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The Five Deaths of Reija Reznikov

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Death One: Innocence

Reija tenderly rubbed the swelling whelp on her jawline with hurt in her eyes that threatened to grow, sitting in the dirt on the side of the street as she watched the situation escalate with a young, innocent gaze. Her brother Trofim had already slammed the kid who had backhanded her to the ground, and was beating him in the face relentlessly. Blood was starting to cover his knuckles by now. Reija sniffled and sat up, dusting off the little handmade dress her mother had given her. It was ruined now, and mother wouldn't be happy about that when they finally returned home from school.

Home was where they were headed after class, until an older classmate decided to follow them. He'd caught Reija's attention while Trofim walked ahead, and was quite nice to her, asking if she had seen his friend while they were on their way out of school.

She shook her head quickly and shyly smiled, and it was then when he'd felt Trofim was far enough away that his own expression turned dark and he grabbed Reija firmly by the arm trying to drag her out of obvious sight. Suddenly demands come forth to give him any money she may have had. She quickly whimpered that she didn't have any, and her eyes clenched shut as she started to let out little muffled sobs. A wickedness crept on his lips, as if that was the answer he was actually hoping for. It was clear he was just looking for someone to hurt now.

"Poor, stupid bitch.", he uttered, and it was then he landed that blow to her face. She almost knew it was coming as she braced herself for the impact of the older, much larger teenager - she was only ten herself, so the hit knocked her backwards to the ground.

She'd let out a yelp - luckily her brother whipped his head towards the sound, working his way back to their location. Trofim, finished with his task with a heaving chest panting out seething anger, had knocked the kid unconscious. Reija worked her way to his side and wiped away the tear lines down her face, giving her brother a somber look before her gaze fell to the bloody face before them. They silently came to an agreement, and began searching his pockets. They took whatever they could find of value and started on their way back home once again, with Trofim trying to wipe the blood off his hands, and Reija frantically trying to rid her dress of dirt as they walked.

"Wipe that look off your face Reija.", Trofim muttered, spitting on his knuckles to more easily wipe the now drying blood off. "You know if they see those tears you're in trouble."

Reija frowns slightly and started to wipe her face off, putting in the effort to numb her expression as she nodded slowly.

"But I am already in trouble.. I ruined the dress mama made me.. she's going to be mad, and papa will give me the branch.."

Trofim shook his head, his eyes and expression turning numb themselves.

"You know he can make it worse."

They silently agreed, and although the pain on their faces were masked, they had yet to master hiding it in their eyes.

That night she indeed did get a whipping from the supple branch their father used to correct them, so much so the burning stings left thin scars along the back when they made an especially bad mistake.

'Mistakes' were a subjective term in their case. Reija received twenty-eight lashes that particular day. Three for being fooled, five for being weak enough to cry, ten for ruining that dress worth two full days of work, and ten more for letting Trofim clean up her mess instead of standing up for herself.

"Weak.", he spat at her feet once he finished his discipline with a look of disgust. Reija was not allowed to cry or show any sort of pain during these moments, if she did, he would add another five lashes. All she could do was hide away in her mind during this period, slowly nodding in response to his words as she fought back the sting reigning hell over her back. This had become a regular disciplinary tactic once they had turned ten. Fortunately, they knew their father was to be deployed in the army soon enough, and they wouldn't see him again for some time - or so they hoped.

Reija wandered the shack of a house they lived in until she found the room she and Trofim shared, letting herself carefully slip down into the mess of blankets on the floor that served as her bed.

"This is the end of your innocence. You are no longer allowed to be prey. Prey insinuates weakness, and weakness does not command respect. Fear commands respect, Reija, and I will make you remember that - both of you. No child of mine will ever be allowed to become anything less than the best - I expect nothing less than perfection from either of you. I need you strong, I need you to make a name for this family - failure is not an option for you.", said a voice from the doorway that carried in the thick air, the low tone of her father's farewell words before he left the following morning on an operation the family was not even allowed to know details about. She had no response, she only understood that something dear to her was inevitably dead that day.

None of them knew that this was only the first of many things to lie in the wake of death - innocence was just the beginning.

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Poor Frauline. Maybe you come and eat some fingers to feel better, ya?

//I like it hahaha, nice read +1. No innocence.

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Wow this is good hope to see more in the future! :D

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Very good read. :)

I can see why Reija's such a hard-ass. Look forward to more.

Thumbs up.

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*claps* very very nice :D hope to see vGc cause some hysterics again

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When is there going to be more of this?! I need moar!!!

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Haha! Well today since you mention it. I'll throw something up soon!

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