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Taken Away

Summary: This is Opal's story, once she's captured after TOD. A/N: Sorry, but there's a bit of bad language. Please R,R,&R!! Thanks

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

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A/N: This contains some bad language, so reader discretion is advised. (Don’t I just sound so grown up??)


I sucked in my breath as the team of overzealous fairies surrounded me. No need for them to worry; if I could actually do anything, I wouldn’t be lying on the ground right now. Life had been cruel to me from a young age, no doubt about it. I had just been trying to push out all the cruelty I’d absorbed over the years. I didn’t want it, any of it! All I’d wanted for myself was a good, productive life, and here I was collapsed in a stinking pigsty. My magic, my world, everything was gone. For once in my life, I had no idea what to do next.

“On your feet.” A gun pointed at me and I considered disobeying for a brief second. Just letting myself go and ending it all. But then, I realized that I wouldn’t be killed anyway—not by the wimps who had once been my relatives. Humans were so much more ruthless, so much crueler to life. In my mind, they actually had the right idea—you think population is high now? Imagine it without all the wars and homicides—but underground, I was outnumbered. Okay, then, I’d listen. Let them think that they could control me.

I gathered all of my remaining strength and did my best to stand. Instead, I collapsed on my knees, coughing. The idiots actually expected me to be able to stand up with my hands shackled! Sure, it normally wouldn’t present too much of a challenge, but in the state I was in, I’d be lucky if I could walk. Another thought was hanging in the corner of my mind, trying to break through. How did they even tie my hands? I never noticed them doing it. What was going on here? What had happened? I managed to look up and catch sight of a video camera, and then someone turned out all the lights.


“…happening? What’s wrong?”
“ … Not faking…right?…can you tell…”
“…real, don’t know what to do now…can’t get a connection…”

Those voices may have just been in my head, but I wasn’t sure. I was drifting through dreamland, drifting yet somehow going the speed of light. I saw the wall approaching me, saw it coming faster, faster, but I couldn’t stop. I slammed into it and tasted blood.

“My god, her nose…”
“…not broken, just hurt…”

“Let me try to fix it…”
And then a gruesome crack. I tried to open my eyes, but everything was blurry and in focus at the same time. I couldn’t smell, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t taste anything but my own blood, my own pain. And suddenly it all became too much. I retched. Surely, anything must be better than tasting that. I realized at this point that I was crying; tears were streaming down my face and their taste mixed with that of the bile in my mouth. I thought nothing could be worse than the pain, but now I realized…this was, the taste of my hopelessness and humiliation. I retched again, but hardly anything came up. In my mind, I was condemned to forever be known as Hopeless Opal; Stupid, Demented, Freak Opal. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I felt hands hauling me roughly to my feet, and I did my best to comply. On the way to the shuttle, I kept my head down, afraid that the camera would catch me bloodied and lost, instead of showing the beautiful genius that I was. But the damage had already been done, and no longer was I great. Now I was just Opal Koboi, the pixie who was normal once more.


I had been given a shower and new clothes—prison clothes, of course—but still no food. I was literally starving. Never before had I been forced to work for my food, but that woman…no, that bitch had practically made me her slave. “Fetch this, Belinda, do that. Help your mommy. She’s getting old.” Ha! As if she knew anything about old. I had been around long, long before her. Did she notice? Did she realize that I was so much smarter, so much more experienced than her? No. And since I no longer had the Mesmer, I couldn’t control her. I no longer had the capability to bend her to my will.

Maybe I would be in jail, but somehow that woman would be found and disposed of. I had to know that it had happened. Maybe for proof, I would demand that her heart be brought back to me, just like that mud man fairy tale. But no, her heart wasn’t enough. The heart could belong to anyone, and it wasn’t likely I’d get one from that heartless wretch. For all I knew, it could be stolen out of a hospital donor box! No, as ironic as a heart would be, I would need something more. Her head, I decided. That would do. That couldn’t be faked. And then I could burn it, letting the fire feast on all of my anger at her.

Food—a steaming bowl of soup and a hunk of bread—interrupted my musings. I tore into the bread hungrily, ravaging it completely. Chewing hurt my nose, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. Between a bit of pain and death by starvation, I’d take the pain any day. Even if the food was prison rejects, I’d eat it. I was so hungry, I would have eaten anything at that moment, and I should be glad the food was as edible as it was. I turned to the soup. In the time it had taken me to eat the bread, the soup had become only lukewarm, but I gulped it down as if it were the water of life. For me, it practically was. I was so thin, so underfed that I almost looked anorexic! The soup felt slimy going down, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t get enough. When the guards saw how hungry I was, they brought me another bowl, this one growing cold. I felt both their eyes and the eyes of the cameras on me, but for one second, I didn’t think about my image. Such was the power of hunger; for it to make me forget my predicament for even a second was impressive. Even the indignity of the soup slopping on me and tracing a path down my neck couldn’t concern me at that moment. All I wanted was the food. Finally finished, I set the bowl outside and waited for it to be whisked away. And then I lay down to sleep.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

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19 responses to “Taken Away.” Join in!

  1. You posted this twice…

  2. yep..fixed.

  3. FCD technically. I really like it! My only suggestion would be to make the paragraphs shorter because they’re hard to read when they’re that long. Other then that, awesome!

  4. ARTY'SELFFRIEND January 18th, 2008 at 7:42 pm 4

    I like this!!! Are you going to continue?! 5 stars!!!!!!!!!!!

  5. I like it. I don’t 5/5 like it, but it’s good! 😉

  6. This is amazing.
    Your diction is fantastic and the point of view is perfect. You manage to make Opal human (I guess) and believable, but don’t stray from her original character.
    One of the best stories I’ve read in this fandom.
    Love it.

  7. WOW
    That was really really good , it’s not the type of stories I read but…. I loved it , for me it’s a 5/5 because you write SO WELL! I dont know what to say but you should really continue this
    I love your writting style!

  8. i rated it 5/5

  9. WOW! aside from the swear word (please place a warning at the beginning about that!) The first chapter was pretty good! Opal seemed somewhat less genius than I thought but otherwise perfectly in character! I will be reading the 2nd chapter soon! defiantly 4/5!

  10. ARTY'SELFFRIEND January 19th, 2008 at 8:44 pm 10

    wow! Chappy 3 was exelent! Plz continue soon!

  11. mahi101 AF Fan January 19th, 2008 at 9:00 pm 11

    Great Job on Chapter 3!

  12. I LOVED chappy 2 & 3 continue soon!

  13. I love the “shove the ugliness out” concept. Very good.
    Love it!

  14. This is great- I really like how you’ve portrayed Opal. I’m looking forward to the rest!

  15. …I couldn’t tell what was happening at the beginning, but it was otherwise okay…

  16. 😥 5/5

  17. WOW, that was a very good story. The concept was really good, and Opal was believable as a human.
    Very well written, update soon!

  18. Uhm… amazing?
    This is great.
    I loved the 1984 reference. 😀
    Opal’s mind is portrayed amazingly. You keep her in character and dig even deeper into her mind.
    Her rational/irrational justification of her crimes is perfect!
    I can’t say anything else. 😀
    This is your best fic. It’s one of my favourites.

  19. songfic_freak May 20th, 2008 at 9:43 pm 19

    This is so great! As BlackOpal said, Opal’s mind is portrayed amazingly. This is an AWESOME story!

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