I Resist the Muses

There are people I would take a bullet for and people I would like to put a bullet in.

I don't like guns;they're for hybrids and lower beings. However,I do have a list of people I'd die for,as well as those I'd like to kill and so does my sister. Our lists are a bit different,so we're doing this separately.

The man in this picture is Balthazar Delacroix,father of my nemesis Sofia. I never had any quarrel with him until he was foolish enough to challenge me and refused to hand over his child for the crimes she'd committed. As you can see,being on my bad side isn't a fate anyone in their right mind would hope for. ;)

The one person I would like to put a bullet in most is Gabriel De Lyncree,now known as Daniel Rockford. Considering it's his fault mother was killed,I suppose it's only natural Gabriel assumed the identity of the man who murdered my mother.

Everything bad that's happened can somehow be traced back to him. It's his fault Ritika died and Risa began to take care of me. It's his fault Luke and I became separated and why Luke became his father's son. It's his fault Lilith went insane and took her anger out on my child-like sister. It's his fault my sister wad kept away from everyone. More than anything,he's an impudent little shit who dared steal from royalty and started a war that got everyone kicked out of Shamballa and ruined lives. For that,he deserves anything and everything my sister and I are about to inflict on him.

( Risa's Thoughts )

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"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger". Do you agree with this statement? Why or why not?

That would depend upon whom you're asking. Despite sharing the same basic body,Ritika and I are two very different people. She's an optimist who sees the very best in people,so she'd be rather inclined to agree. After all,she shares father's desire to save the world and fix the past.

However,I can't say I agree-I wasn't strong enough to stay awake,the surface hurt my eyes and burned my skin and when the flying machine crashed into the building,I told her I was dead. If her programming hadn't been interfered with,I wouldn't have woken up until I was 18.

Perhaps I should be stronger,considering how many attempts have been made on my life(and hers),but aside from dealing with my enemies and exacting revenge upon those who took my life away,I'm not strong. Being strong is her job-She promised she'd live for both of us,so I could sleep a few years longer. My family is gone,my friends are all older now,the world has changed and Luke turned into Gabriel. How could any of this make me stronger?

Being back in Agartha among my own kind has been a welcome change from the surface,but it's not the same. My shell isn't happy and neither am I-Everyone keeps asking why Luke and I aren't getting married,they want to take father away and I can't trust anyone aside from Joelle,Bart, Kenneth and Magnus.

What do you want?

I want....To be real. I want my own body,my own memories and a life that I can call my own.

My entire life,I've always taken care of everyone but me. If I wasn't taking care of Vicky,I was taking care of Manasa. When Anil and I got engaged,I took care of him and protected him,even if he didn't want it. After 9/11,I took care of daddy,Lilith,Vicky,Casey,Raju,Jorge and Lupe.

She never lets me have anything,not even my party. Was it that much to ask her to keep quiet,not speak and refrain from embarrassing me on the best day of my life? Is it too much to ask that I get to be alone with the man I love instead of taking care of her?

She's tired,but what about me? I've been tired,but no one asks about what I want or need,ever. The ONLY person who wants to know what I want and need is Bart.

I have thoughts,feelings and a personality of my own. I have a family I love ,a child to raise,friends I'd die for and a world to change. She doesn't even know Vicky-he's just some random boy she looks at like a science experiment. If I die,he'll be alone and I'll never let that happen. >:(

If I think I'm real and so does everyone else,then it must mean that I am real. I love her,but she can't have her life back-End of story.

o_O

Junior is right-If I want to be real,I have to do something about it. What did being a good,sweet,obedient Christian get me? God never loved me or cared-If he did,he wouldn't have taken mommy,Amit,Auntie and Uncle away.

I'm pissed off,I'm TIRED of everyone's bullshit behavior and I want revenge...

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( Prompt #7-What was your greatest loss? )

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( Prompt #31-What have you done that you wish you could apologize for? )

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St. Valentine was a Priest, martyred in 269 at Rome and was buried on the Flaminian Way. He is the Patron Saint of affianced couples, bee keepers, engaged couples, epilepsy, fainting, greetings, happy marriages, love, lovers, plague, travellers, young people. He is represented in pictures with birds and roses.

Does learning this change your thoughts about Valentine's Day?

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Um...this is hard one. Manasa doesn't know much about the surface,but we both love two different boys,so I guess we'll both do this one.

x_X

I'll even put hers in bold italics so people can tell the difference.

( Risa's thoughts )


( Manasa's thoughts )


Risa...I'm tired and I want to sleep-Everyone's changed and gotten older,Luke is his father's son and everyone is dead except father. You promised you'd make it better...let me sleep a little longer.

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Who Am I? That's officially the most loaded question I've ever been asked,to be honest. Most people can come with something,but therein lies the problem:It's not just me.

My name is Ritika Mukherjee and I'm real....or at least I think I am. You see,my sister and I share the same body and as far as I can remember,it's always been this way. I can't remember anything before I was six,but I only know she's always been there,even if she didn't say anything. Her name is Manasa and unlike me,she remembers everything about our mother. She said daddy programmed her to be a current version of a goddess named Manasa Devi,but she said it's not important how they made me. I only know that I'm not supposed to ask questions I don't want the answers to,play with zest and do whatever I'm told.

Everyone has their opinion,but I don't know anymore. I only know that everything I am,she isn't and vice-versa. I can survive on the surface and love to play sports outside,but if she's around the sunlight,it burns her skin and makes it impossible to see. The surface confused her and she didn't understand what human were telling her,so I promised I'd make it better,if only she slept. I want to be a hippie and go to Berkley to be a Marine Biologist,but she wants to take back the surface and told me it's what our mother wanted.

If I think I'm real and my cousin,my fiancee and my friends insist I'm real and have things to live for,it means I'm real...doesn't it? :-/

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