|Savior for All Redeemer for Me
Author: HerosnMira PM
It is about a young girl on the eve of womanhood who is on a journey of discovering herself through incredible trials and that love is never far away. Summary may be crappy but story is good. Rated T for language and slight violent content. Story now complete.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 12 - Words: 50,770 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 07-19-12 - Published: 12-29-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6604268
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Savior for all, Redeemer for me
Rating: M not all parts are M but I don't feel like switching ratings every other chapter so just deal with it.
Warnings: Language, graphic content, sexual content, blood guts and gore and other stuff like that. If you don't like that sort of thing then what the fuck did you click on this site for.
Disclaimer: People I wrote this story for me. It has been in my head and on going since I was twelve (no I will not tell you how old I am now) and with the inspiration of a D&D group I finally decided to write the damn thing down. However I do need constructive criticism because I may end up losing my friend/proof reader over our discussions on my story. (She never lets me finish my damn sentences bitch) Flames are welcome so long as they don't go overboard. Suggestions are very much wanted please share them with me.
Some Characters I made up a lot I barrowed from books, comic books, tv shows and movies. Some Characters are based on real people I know why because I could and I like making them do what I say. I don't own any character from books, comic books, tv shows or movies if I did then I wouldn't need all these damn student loans I need to pay off. I do own the rest so hands off my characters I put a lot of effort into them you know.
If you can guess where the characters come from then you need to get a life man or you will end up just like me (shudder shudder). Anyway on with the story.
Hi my name is Christy Michelle. I have a last name too but I never tell anyone what it is. I was born June 8, 1981 in the Country called America. I could go into more details but I don't want to make it easier for my enemies to find me.
I am the ugly duckling that never turned into a swan. I am short and don't bother to deny it. I am 5'0" and am finally slender. I am the youngest of '4' with an older brother Jared and two older sisters; Toni and Amanda. My mother always called me her "little reward" probably for not drowning the other three or giving them up to foster care.
My parents were married after knowing each other for 6 weeks. Talk about love at first sight. My parents each belonged to different faiths but decided to find a church they could join together and they found one. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (Mormons) church which is the only doctrine I was taught growing up. My dad was a priest in the church and my brother was also in the priesthood as soon as he was twelve. By the time my brother died he was an ordained priest.
One thing my father does as a priest is give a 'father's blessing' and you guessed it the blessing is performed by the person's father. The first father's blessing that was given to me was the official 'blessing' that names us for church records when I was an infant (two weeks to a couple of months). It is the usual practice to write down what is said in the blessing but my family didn't do that.
Mine was different but no-one listening to the blessing that day could have guessed what those innocent words would mean to my life and all those that share it with me. "The official name that you will be known while in this life is Christy Michelle … I give you a blessing at this time. Christy I bless you to always have family with you. (fucking Richard and his men) You will know the strength of love and friendship (but the price paid) as strong as the Lord loves you. Christy you will meet your one true love and soul mate at a young age. (age 5) You will be a part of him until you lye down beside one another. Christy you will be blessed to accomplish tasks that no one can believe a human can achieve (why oh why did I have to deal with them). You will be an example to others all your life and will be an instrument of God to spread a message of love to all those you meet along your path. Christy you will be loved by many and will bring hope to the lives of countless individuals. You will have many children and you will know a mothers unconditional love for her children. Christy you will know hardships and trials but the Lord will be with you always and these trials will be made into strengths (why me). You are a servant of God and He will watch over you and protect you wherever you may be. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."
No one could have known that on that day my dad wasn't just issuing a blessing but a prophecy. I never learned about the words of my blessing until my wedding day when it was finally told to me. It made everything in my life make sense. (WHY ME!)
II. Family Dynamics
Anyway I get ahead of myself again. My childhood was a typical younger sibling torture technique. My siblings were loud and violent boy did they rough house. I was the abnormal one I was very independent. I rocked myself to sleep and could entertain myself for hours alone in the play pen.
I remember even at an early age asking myself some rather pointed questions. Does my family love me? Do they care about me? Would they miss me when I am gone? If I were to drop dead right here in front of them would they even notice I was gone? That sort of thing honestly I can't remember when I didn't ask myself those questions.
I was lonely surrounded by people. It was not just with my family but with the people I interact with everyday. Even in my circle of friends I felt like an outsider hanger on that they allowed too hang with them not in the middle or even part of the circle. I was always looking in even if they had their hands outstretched to me.
Besides I just figured I deserved to feel this way. I was not talented like my siblings; I was totally uncoordinated I could trip over my own feet doing nothing but standing there I was such a klutz. I was deaf (temporarily), blind (got glasses in third grade cause I was near sighted and I have no depth perception) and stupid. I just wasn't as smart as anyone else I knew. (Shut up Demos and Richard). (STOP LYING ABOUT YOURSELF)!
I was fat, short and ugly and only the fat part has changed thanks to starvation diet technique and a merciful god. (SHUT UP YOU GUYS!)(AH So you do love me!)(NO I love the other GOD.)(*CRYS A LOT VERY SAD*.) I was un-athletic and all the rest of my friends and family were very athletic. Is it any wonder I had so many suicidal thoughts growing up, kinda glad I never acted them out. I certainly had nothing going for me and who would miss me anyway.
Lucky for me I had a gift that got me through it all. I can see the good in people. No matter what, I could always find something good about another person. Also I could never hold a grudge (although I did try and still do) (lair!)(Richard this is my story get out).(no.)
But at least I had a protector my older brother (not you Richard). He always protected me from everything…my sisters, the world, just everything. We had a lot in common surprisingly and hung out a lot.
In fact another gift I discovered I had was if I stayed quiet they forgot I was even in the room and I got to hear all their secrets. In fact they never realized I was in the room until I could not help but laugh at what was being said.
I swear the only time they remembered that they had a younger sibling is when they wanted a servant or a test dummy guess who got to be both. Now you know why I didn't mind disappearing (too bad I can't do it for Richard nothing gets past that damn man).
Still it wasn't all bad I never had to fight my battles they did it for me. I never bothered to learn how to cook (you can't make me learn Richard/Becka)(which one do you mean.) ( Both you do it in every life time.) because I had two parents and three siblings that were willing to do it for me.
Anyway on with the story it is now my first day of kindergarten and the first boy I see is the man who will become my husband. It was love at first sight for me and he didn't even know I existed. We lived pretty close to each other he was just down the road from me and one time he invited me over to play with him all day (or what felt like all day).
This god among men is named Nicholas and he is all mine (NO ALFONSE JUST NO). But like I said he didn't even know I exist I think it was desperation that caused him to ask me over that day more than desire to get to know me. I got to be in the home of my secret crush. Oh I will so take desperation to have his eyes on me. It was that year that dad told us he accepted a position overseas and we were moving to Scotland.
III. Childhood Scotland
I was six years old when we went to Scotland. I got to tell you it was a magical place to grow up in. We lived in a village called Edzell and this was a real life utopia. Dad called it going back in time to the 1950's America, no Vinny not New York.
You know where you see in movies where babies were left in the baby carriage outside the store while the parents went in to shop. Surrounding baby was all the purchases from other stores already visited completely unattended. They lived in a world where 'why should I worry about someone taking it. That's not theirs so they won't touch it.' Yeah that is where I ended up growing up. This tour of duty lasted three years and it was the happiest memories of my entire life.
Anyway I get ahead of myself. We lived in this house at the edge of the village (right by the Arc that signifies that you are entering the village) with its own name. You only read about this stuff in books and see it in movies but the house really had its own name. It was called the Birches and this place was huge.
By some miracle we were able to rent a freaking mansion for the entire time we were there. In fact another family wanted it but mine got their first. This other family just happened to be one of my best friends and constant companion but I get ahead of myself again. My sisters will try to tell you they don't remember sharing their room with me but they did so don't believe anything they tell you their memories are skewered and since they terrorized me and traumatized me in the past believe me I remember what they did to me. I remember it all.
Ok I digressed again. Everything about this house was totally cool and totally huge. So you can grasp just how big this house was one year the youth center on base was closed and they were going to cancel the Halloween party but we convinced them to let us have it at our house. We were able to house the entire youth on base for this party in just the pink room (SHUT UP YOU ASSHOLES) without making anyone feel claustrophobic.
So on to the people. We were one of three American families that lived in the village at the time (at least with kids) so once we found that out we tended to be always with each other. Girls first that means talking about my friend Megan. She had an older sister (same class as Toni) and an older brother (same class as my brother). My other best friend was Scott. He had an older brother only (same class as Toni). My sister out of desperation would play with either group just depended on her mood.
My friends all had dogs Scott had two black labs (I think that's the breed) and Megan had a cockerspanial. Scott's house was right next door to the village library and just happens to be in the exact center of the village. Megan lived off of one of the side streets in the newer part of town their houses had names to but I only remember that Megan's house was named something cottage. We did hang out at their places too it's just that normally we were at my house 'because it had a huge yard.
I met Megan on the first day of school my first grade year. Mom dropped us off in front of the school and it was up to us to find out where to go (gee thanks mom force the worlds shyest girl to ask complete strangers for direction to the classroom yeah that will be easy). Lucky for me Megan and her mom (why her mom could bring her in and mine couldn't I just don't get it) were in front of me and they were asking for just the place I needed to find. I just followed them and didn't need to worry about freezing up when I had to ask for the first grade classroom. Scott was a grade ahead of us so we only got to see him on the bus and at lunch when at school.
There are a few special things that I do remember about the school. See we didn't have a cafeteria so we had lunch tables set out in the hall for those of us who ride in on buses (if you live on the base then you went home for lunch). But on Friday's the PTA would bring in hot lunches that you could buy to eat in stead.
Another big thing I remember were the holidays that we celebrated and the biggest two was the Burns Supper and Guy Fawkes Day. This is their Fourth of July it is huge deal. We have poems and songs that are sung on that day it is one big party day at school. It is an even bigger party day when the night comes and the real festivities begin. We are talking five alarm bonfire and fireworks all night long.
Then there is the Robert Burns Supper. Man that is a production. Every class has a 'performance' of some sort to perform and there are individual performances as well. PTA members were given assignments that helped with food of set up. One year it was my mom's turn and she came home with this turnip the size of a small dog. The food for Robbie Burns Supper was the same every year potatoes, turnips, and haggis (a Scottish delicacy). I always say that haggis is an acquired taste and I just never acquired it. Anyway we would get out of school to attend the supper and it would last the whole afternoon well at least several hours. I loved Rabbie Burns day it was a party day and a chance to practice one last time before show time.
I was just your typical kid in those days doing typical kid things. I would hang out with my friends. I joined extra-curricular activities such as scouts and sports (me sports I still can't believe it). I still remember the year I joined the field hockey team (how the hell did they manage to find a skirt that fit me I was a chubby little thing). We lived there during the time of the Berlin Wall coming down. We also had some cool vacations around Europe (well France, Germany, and all around the island of the United Kingdom anyway).
IV. Nightmares Back Home
I am now nine years old and told that it is time to go back home to America. I don't want to go back I wanted to stay in Scotland always. I quietly asked god in my heart to find a way to keep my family in Scotland. I should never have asked that I should have asked to never return to Scotland my wish filled my life and all my friends lives with pain. But I get ahead of myself. Don't say I didn't give you enough hints when it starts to get graphic. You don't want nightmares leave now.
We moved back to the same house we lived in when I was five. Things were going fine in a back to rude reality check. What little self-esteem I managed to find in Scotland I lost in school back 'home'.
This was the first time I learned you could have enemies. In Scotland we were friendly to everyone. Why should we be enemies when you only had to put up with someone for three years? You can put up with anyone or anything if you know it will only last for three years.
Life would have been better if not for the nightmares. I had nightmares every night and they were vivid. I dreamed of bad men that were coming to hurt my family and our friends. One nightmare was really scary because the bad men came to my house and took my family. In my dream I could hear my mom cry and she only cries at movies not for real life stuff. I dreamed that theses bad men found my sisters who were hiding in the house and I dreamed that they were threatening to kill my brother. It felt so real as if it wasn't a dream but really happening. I woke up screaming covered in sweat begging the bad men to leave us alone we did nothing wrong.
Mom always came into comfort me she told me that bad dreams weren't real and they can't hurt me. I believed her she sounded so convincing she told me there was no bad men. Mommy lied to me the bad men were real very very real.
Mom forgot one thing really weird about the women in my family we all have the same gift. We all have special dreams. Our dreams (or visions as I call them) show us the future. My mom, sisters, and I have this gift it just varies how often and how detailed these future dreams can be but we all had them. I being so young and such a tv addict would actually dream commercials in their entirety before they would air on tv like weeks in advance.
If mom had remembered that I had her gift then maybe things would have turned out a whole lot differently. Maybe all the damage physically, emotionally, mentally, and psyche wouldn't have happened. Well she didn't and it didn't. That is you last warning for the sake of your sanity if you can't handle knowing the details behind that statement then get the hell out now. Once I start I will not stop no matter how traumatized you get because of it. I survived living it and so you can survive hearing it.
I was nine and one half years old my brother who is six years and six months apart from me just had his birthday. So the month is January the start of a new year boy if we only knew what kind of year was going to start we would have bought a gun…or twelve. But the only 'dream girl' in the house having a glimpse of the future was me and no-one believed it was the future I saw each night. No one believed in me or my warnings (that is a pattern that keeps repeating)(you tell the wrong people them love. Ps some things are to happen no matter what you do, cause they happen to help others you don't know about)(I do realize that it still hurts).
V. The Nightmare begins
It was your typical day of the week (a Tuesday actually) there were no signs, no omens, and no warning of any kind that today marked a day that we would not soon forget. It was after 4pm all of us were home and just doing typical stuff. When I looked out the window and saw the strangest sight that my young eyes ever saw.
There were men with guns walking up the driveway. It looked like there were a hundred or more men coming toward my house. I knew these men these were the men from my dream all those months back. I scream out for everyone to come look and we all flock to the living room window. I never saw my parents so scared they told us kids to hide as they ran into the kitchen.
We have no weapons of any kind in my house just the sharp knives used for cooking. They grab the biggest sharp knives they can find and stand at the top of the stairs ready to defend their children from armed gun toting invaders with just a couple of kitchen knives. My brother who had just turned sixteen also grabbed sharp knives from the kitchen and stood beside my parents to protect and defend his younger sisters.
I had always called my brother my 'little protector' but now those words proved to be prophetic. I was very proud of my brother that day and hope to be even half the human being that he is.
My oldest sister Toni hid downstairs in one of the rooms downstairs I think it was my brothers. My other sister Amanda hid in my parents room bathroom shower behind the curtain. I hid in our bathroom.
I shut the door and drew the curtain to make it look like I was hiding behind it. I wasn't I was counting on being tiny. The sink in that bathroom has a cabinet underneath for storage. Both sides were pretty full but I knew my best bet was to hide in the cabinet. So I moved everything from the sink-side of the cabinets (where all the pipes are you see) and shoved them into the other side. Then I turned out the light and crawled in backwards into the space under the sink. I scrunched up into a ball with my butt to one side of the pipes and back against the wall and my knees drawn up so they were on the other side of the pipe. I had my arms wrapped around my legs and my head down on my knees sort of in my lap.
Anyway I was able to face out towards the bathroom and have the door of the cabinet completely closed. I wish my ears had been as easily closed as those bathroom doors.
We were finally all hidden and our parents and brother ready to fight for us. My dad at the last moment realized the front door was still unlocked and ran down the stairs to lock it. He got to the door at the same time they were shoving it open. My dad was rendered unconscious and didn't get a chance to fight the bad men that day. That always ate him up that he couldn't fight for his family. My mother was terrified and my brother was determined to protect his women.
The way the house was set up as a split foyer meant that it was a bottle neck for invaders. My dad had no idea that was the case when he was having the house built but it was true. The bad men could only come at my family two at a time for that was the size of the doorway and staircase they had to travel (if they came in sideways honest those things are small). If we had any fighting training or even natural strategy then we could have used that to our advantage. But that ain't us and never will be. (At least for the rest of my family I did learn strategy latter on in life).
My brother was the most awesome big brother ever. He managed to stab two of the bad men before they overwhelmed him. Mom gave up any chance at fighting when they had a gun to his head and threatened to blow it off if she resisted. She screamed at them to let him go I could hear the tears even from where I was hidden. Well that may have had to do with the fact I was only three feet maybe five feet away. All that matters is that she didn't really fight back either sort of like my dad. So half of us are captured in like two minutes of them arriving. Wow does our fighting style suck. (You wonder why I was so obsessed about learning different styles of fighting).
Not long after they had subdued my 'fighting' relatives they started to find us girls. They found Toni first that was just a given I mean half the forces go up the other down to start searching the basement level. I could hear her scream for my parents and I heard mom cry even harder. With no more resistance they made short work of finding my sister. I don't know why but they started with the rooms at the farthest from the door. Maybe they hoped to herd us like cattle right to them.
Anyway they found my sister Amanda. My sis was pretty cool she probably heard our sister scream and decided to be different. Oh she was still scared and knew she couldn't help but scream to so she tried to make it a tough girl scream. It was like 'you just wait I'll make you sorry' type scream. Mom cried even harder. I now understand the phrase weeping and wailing for that is what mom started to do.
Now they are in the room where I am hiding. It is a narrow but decent size bathroom really only one or two was needed to search this thing three people wouldn't fit in it. I heard them check the bathtub as the sound of the curtain being jerked aside filled my ears. I heard them check that little alcove by the toilet that the rest of the counter top made.
See one wall was the bathtub and the other wall was the countertop with the sink then the third wall was the toilet that faced the fourth wall the door leading into the bathroom. Think skinny rectangle and you got my bathroom. So half the countertop had the cabinet underneath it and the other half was just a 'hole' where we put the trashcan. The half of the cabinet I was hiding in was right next to this 'hole' so I heard them bend down to look in the 'hole'.
Then they opened up the cabinet. By some stroke of luck or divine intervention they opened up the other side first. That side was crammed full of crap since I just shoved everything over to make room for me it looked a real mess think tornado came through disaster mess. They started to open up my side I could see the light from the room come closer and closer to my foot.
I knew that if that light hit me they would find me so I scrunched up as small as I could to the point where I couldn't make myself any smaller. That door just kept opening up. It stopped just before my foot like line in the sand toe at the line stopped. I heard them speak to each other. "Forget it no one is under there the other side is probably as full of junk as this side let's go we found them all." They shut the door and left the room.
I could hear them taking my family away and I can't even begin to describe how scared I was. I hated being lonely but for the first time ever I felt alone like I was the only one left (he he because I was) and I didn't like that feeling. But I knew that I had to stay hidden incase the bad men looked one more time through the house.
I just heard my family terrified voices sounds get farther away until I couldn't hear them anymore. Even then I stayed in that cabinet for several hours to make sure the bad men were really gone. I went to the living room window and looked out there was no one there now I was alone in the house and I didn't know if I would ever see my family again. (Really if you think about it I only saw them a couple of times more after this day).
VI. Damnit They Found Me
I was on my own for three days. I survived off of cereal and peanut butter sandwiches. No I never called the police or let anyone know that my family was missing. I don't know why I guess I was just a dumb kid (Richard one comment and I will find a way to kill you).
I kept my routine to keep the fear I felt inside to 'manageable' levels. I went to school like I was supposed to and went to bed like I was supposed to but I never connected the fact that my friends seemed to be all sick. What can I say I was a scarred kid who never had to think for her-self before? Obviously I could have done better (SHUT THE FUCK UP ALL OF YOU. QUIT SMIRKING OR I WILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE YOU MORTAL AND SELL BULLETS TO YOUR EMIMIES)(PLEASE TRY) but considering how scarred and confused I was I was quite proud of the fact that I could function.
Anyway after the third day I got a rude awakening. The bad men were coming back up the driveway. I guess they over heard that I was missing still and decided to come find me. So I decided to hide in the bathroom again.
It still makes me laugh whenever I think of my second hiding spot. Man I could be so stupid. I hid in the shower 'area'. The actual place is the corner ceiling by the shower head. The way the bathtub is set up is it has built in shelves to house shampoo and stuff and it has a small rim where the top of the tub wall meets the house wall. There is about one and a half feet or like two feet of space from the top of the tub wall and the ceiling. It is that space where I decided to hide. Yes I was in plain sight but I hoped they would look into the tub not up where I was at.
No such luck they saw me like as soon as they entered to room. The armed men pulled aside the shower curtain so they could reach me and get me down. I remembered the gymnastics people of the Olympics had this bar that they swung around on so I wanted to see if that would work with a shower rod.
It sort of did I knocked the man to the floor and tried to run past him but he grabbed my ankle and would not let go even when I kicked him with my other foot. I was quickly captured.
They bound my hands behind my back and blindfolded me then marched me out of my home and down the driveway. They didn't need to worry about secrecy because everyone around was already captured. The bastards kept their truck at the bottom of the hill.
As I was walking I had a thought that entered my mind. I don't know where this thought came from because it sure as hell wasn't a thought I would have had before. I thought to myself 'I wonder if I can get away from them and run.' So I tried it. I stumbled to my left and they corrected me so I knew now that there were people on that side of me. I stumbled to my right and they corrected me so now I knew that there were people on that side of me as well.
Another thought entered my mind that I could make a mad dash and get away. I thought to myself that knowing my luck I would run full force into a tree. So I decided to cooperate and see if I can figure out where they are taking me and try to escape then.
I was never brave in my life so where the hell were all these brave and daring thoughts coming from. What would have happened if I had listened to those thoughts and tried to escape? In a way I am very glad that I didn't listen. I wouldn't be who I am now without going with them. (I would have been more inept then what you think of me now guys. Like I don't know you think of me of eternally lacking in everything.)(lie number five.)(huh? you still can't count.)