A.N.I.M.A.

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A.N.I.M.A.

How Anima is born

Amy walked down the household hall. She wore only a torn gray shirt and battered up pants that were two sizes to big for her. This used to be her home, now she lives here as a servant for the new family. The new Don. She brushed her long crimson red hair out of her face. Ever since becoming their 'maid' she hasn't been allowed to get a hair cut or even pamper her nails.

Her hair was clotting and every time someone touched it she would feel the pain, a soreness. Amy has been this way for five years now, being their 'maid' when the Don killed her father and her grandfather. It was a tragic day. Her mother tried to become the new Don however events unfolded and the entire family rejected her. She was nothing to them anymore.

It was funny to Amy how her own family could disown them, throw them away as if they were nothing. Her mafia family was fed lies by this family. Lies of ruling, lies of money and lies of power. It sickened Amy. If anyone knew money, power, and how to rule it was her grandfather, her father, and her mother and herself. One day she would rise and take the mantle. Her rightful place after all.

Amy turned into a room. There sitting in a beautiful old styled chair was a fat gluttonous pig of a man. The new Don. The Masich's family head. Amy forced a sincere smile to him when she walked in and he took note of her. His cheeks were wide and sagging by the fat weight, his mustache was crooked and finely shaved. It didn't fit the fat man what so ever.

He grunted. It was one of those annoyed grunts that most people give. “What do you want peasant?” He said in a low cough like voice. Peasant!? Those words hit her. He used so many before such as girl; maid; servant; but peasant? It made her sound weak. Sound like nothing to them.

She could say or do nothing against him. Instead she bowed. “Dinner is ready sir.” She said softly. She heard another grunt and the man was up on his feet. He pushed her to the side, her back hitting the door knob sending another pain in her body. The throbbing of the hit stayed there and seemed to not leave.

The fat man was out of the room. Amy sighed and looked around. This was his office. He never used it for proper business. Unlike her grandfather and father would. They conducted plots; schemes; and even payed off a few of their well friends here. She walked over to the oak desk and slid her fingers across it. It was rightfully hers.

“Amy! What are you doing?” A woman’s voice scolded her. Amy quickly looked behind her, jumping not in fear but excitement. There she saw a tall slender woman. She looked fragile and weak, her bones sticking out as if she was starved her whole life. “Amy what if they catch you?Get out and into the basement at once. Your food should be there.” The woman had a strict harsh voice. It was harsh and yet caring to Amy's ears.

Amy bowed her head. “Yes mother.” She quickly walked past her and towards the end of the hall where stairs would lead down into the basement. She spent her day breaks and sleeping time in the basement with her mother. The only solitude or peace they got. She hated this. She should be the one ruling, she should be the Don. Not this fat idiot who thinks he is all this and that. He pushes buttons and says to his men to deal with it themselves.

Not how you run an organization. Not how you run a family. Amy slid down the stairs easily. The little room had two beds and a wooden crate for a table. Candles on both ends of the beds to keep light. On the crate was a dish, on the dish was some scraps the rest of the family wouldn't eat. Amy sat down on her bed, at least the mattress was soft.

Amy looked at her food. It looked gross. She accepted it and welcomed it into her stomach. Her mother would eat once a day and give the remainder of the meals to her daughter. Always saying 'Your strength and well being is all I care for now.' Those words touched Amy. Her mother loved her very much.

Once Amy was done eating she set the plate next to the stairs for her mother to later take up tot he kitchen and wash them. Amy would then spend the remainder of her night laying on the soft mattress. Today however would be different. Today was her mothers birthday. Amy sat there waiting for her mother to come down.

Amy was excited, she had a present for her mom. Something she stole from one of her old family members. It was a shiny new pen. She knew how much her mother loved to write and would kill to hold a pen once more. Amy spent a lot of time and skill to get this pen. She had to learn how to seduce men and get them to fall for her tricks. Luckily this guy was stupid and fell for the simplest trick in the book.

Hours went by and no sign of her mother. Amy grew impatient. Usually her mother would be down by now. Then again Amy always did fall asleep first. Impatient she got up and headed up the stairs. The hall was dark and the house empty of walkers. Everyone was asleep. Amy crept to the side's of the hall making sure to not make a creak. She walked into the living room and saw the magnificent scene. This was where she grew up, why is it always new to her now? She walked past the table's and couches and then the fire place. She made her way into the second hall which had stairs at the end as well. However these stairs made their way up towards the second floor where the Family members rooms were.

Amy slowly and silently stepped on the stairs. Each one her heart racing and pounding out of her chest. She was not scared, she was excited. In all her five years she never thought of doing this. The last stair and she looked around the hall. Down it at the very end in the guest room there was a light. It was a lamp's light. Amy quietly made her way towards, she pressed her fingers on the door frame and peaked inside.

What she saw horrified her. She jumped back landing on her butt. This frightened her, this was her fear now. She crawled away dropping the pen that she held close to her heart. She ran down the stairs and in the living room towards the other set of stairs. Once she was down there she jumped into her bed. There she cradled her petite body and cried, wept.

He had everything of her's already! He had her fathers and mothers room, he gave her room to their children, he kept their furniture and their house the same! This...this has gone to far. Amy got up realizing something breaking inside her. Something she never knew she had. Silently and rage fully she broke. Her spirit wa snow broken. Her emotions twisted. Men. All they are ever good for are using women! Amy stood up. Her tears no longer covering her face.

Amy died. The little girl who kept the torture of the family died. Now. Now a new and powerful woman was born. A.N.I.M.A. Her first task...her first right to be who she is, is to end Masich family. As well as define females as the greatest thing in the world. A.N.I.M.A. Walked out from the basement. She made her way out the front door. She no longer cared.