You’re Not My Sister
“I would like to see a world where peace is half as difficult to achieve than it is now. But that's in the past now.” - Sienna Elliot
Peace would’ve been a good goal. Maybe even a great one. Even if it turned out impossible to achieve Sienna could’ve hoped to at least make an impact.
But now, it was all gone. All those hopes and dreams that she used to carry around joyfully hoping to have done something good with them.
They all died.
They all died with him.
If he’d died in an accident maybe my dreams wouldn't have gone with him.
Maybe they could’ve stayed.
But they hadn’t.
She, the one who dreamed of peace and love and beautiful kingdoms. She, someone who’s narcissism had begun to regard themself as a saint. She, who jealousy killed the person they loved in a fit of rage. Was a murderer.
Hah.
Life is like that sometimes.
She could’ve lived with anything. Anything but that.
So here she sits, staring into the eyes of her crazed sister driven past the brink of insanity.
This was retribution.
Saving the lives of a thousand orphans couldn't wipe out that stain which is his name.
In the same way it couldn't bring back my sister who’d gone crazy.
“Hi, Sis,” Marissa said as she stroked my face.
In her eyes Sienna was a doll. Not a sister. Ever since that day she stopped imagining het as a person.
She agreed. She was too full of contradictions.
“I wonder how my love felt when you tied him up like this,” she stroked the chair Sienna sat on, “a little chair just like this one.”
She got up, walking behind me. As she grabbed the rope binding her hands, she winced in pain.
she whispered, “He probably sat here tied up just like this, my poor baby.”
Her hair was grabbed, “While you, a dirty little shit, put your dirty hand all over him.”
With each few words her voice got higher and higher while Sienna’s hair was pulled harder and harder.
Her eyes watered nearly to the point of tears when she finally let go.
It was alright. Sienna only had to endure a little while longer until her mind came back.
Then Marissa would let her go and they’d both go on their own paths and hopefully never meet again.
“Sissy I do have to confess something,” she said as she fluttered her eyelashes in a creepy innocent psycho kind of way.
“You could do better than that.”
A voice rang out in her head.
Sienna subconsciously agread, “It was pretty lame...”
-Wait a second... who was that?
“How could you not know? I’m Villian system 2.0. The best villian system on the market y’know.”
Villian system?
“That’s what I said. You obviously bought me, I’m not as stupid as the original Villian system so you can’t play those dumb tricks on me. Either you bought me or someone put me on you, but who would give away someone as hansome and expensive as me-“
Well, your highness, someone obviously did
“Damn, guess I got a sassy one. Whatever! I like the ones with personality.”
Suddenly a slap crossed Sienna’s face and a stinging feeling brought her back..
“Hah, I never thought my sister would still ignore me even at a time like this,” she let out a hysterical laugh, “at this point maybe only killing you will make you finally pay attention to me.”
“What are you talking about?” She asked cautiously.
“All these years, you’ve ignored me.
“I was hurt that someone like you, who was pure like a fairy and just wanted to help people would pay attention to people who had nothing to do with her, but she wouldn't bat an eye at her own sister.
“I thought what’s wrong with me, why won’t she look at me, but then someone else did. I thought I go over it. Now I had someone I could care about who I cared for too.
“Then I brought him home. And just when I thought I’d gotten over it, you paid attention to me. But no, it wasn’t me you paid attention to. It was him.
“I wanted to kill him. I wanted everyone to die so you could only look at me, but I couldn’t do that. Then you’d hate me. So I made sure he stuck by my side, then you’d pay more attention to me.
“But you just focused more on him. So I out something in your food. Maybe if you weren’t as angelic you’d look at someone who wasn’t angelic, like me. Then you killed him. I saw your bloody hands and heard his terrified screams while he played your sedistic game. I panicked. I thought I’d killed you. The innocent fairy I wanted to look at me had died by my own hands and been replaced by a dirty person. Then I realized something. Maybe you’ve been full of contradictions this whole time. Maybe you’ve been lying sonthat you could take all my love and spend it on a dirty brat.”
“Um damn, I thought you killed her boyfriend and she was mad or some shit.”
“...”
“I was going to make your first mission: get the fuck outta here, but this is some good learning material.”
“Mission?”
“I’ll tell you later. You should listen to what she says, it’ll help you be a better villian later.”
“Villian? Oh yeah this is a villian system.”
“I mentally slapped myself in the forgead before listening some more to my sister’s rant.”
Hey, if the system says this’ll be useful later she might aswell listen.
“Then I realized I had to kill you or the beautiful kind sister I had would really die, you see? This is the only way to keep you alive!”
Wait a second.. did she just say she’ll kill me?
“Yeah, but yoir life in exchange for some sweet learning material is worth it.”
“How the fuck do I help you with your ‘missions’ or whatever while I’m dead?!”
“It’s fine we’ll just reset you.”
“Reset?!!”
“We’ll just throw you into the world earlier. However there is a slight risk that your body will be wiped from the world and you’ll be thrown into a new one instead.”
“How much is a slight risk?”
“Like 50%”
“How the fu@# is that slight?!?”
“Shh stop yelling, my petite ears hurt.”
“Fuck you.”
“Lol, just kidding. I mean notabout the percentage, but you don’t have much if a choice right now.”
Looking up at her sister polishing her knife, she agreed.
“Alright so I’ll have to take you out before you die or you’ll really be dead, but there is loading time.”
“You didn’t start it already?”
“I needed confirmation. Don’t worry I’m starting it now, just try to probe for information we can use next time around.”
Sienna nodded.
“Hey Marissa,” She started, “I didn’t know I didn’t pay attention to you. Sorry.”
Marissa looked up, a creepy smile on her face, “You,” she said, “who are you?”
She began to circle around the chair, knife in hand. “You’re not an angel or a wizard,” her knife grazed Sienna’s neck while she leaned over and whispered her in ear.
“And you’re certainly not my sister,” she removed the knife as blood began to trickle down.
She began oacing back and forth. Then she stopped.
Sienna’s chair flew back for a moment before landing back on it’s feet.
Marissa’s face loomed over her. “I know who you are,” she said, you’re a demon.”
She laughed.
“Yes yes yes. That look on your face gives it all away. You fucking demon killed my sister!”
She stuck a knife in Sienna’s leg. She screamed. “Now I have to avenge her.”
“Fucking reset!”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“No fucking shit!”
“Chill it’s got thirty seconds to go- oh wait now it’s forty five.”
“I can’t fucking chill I’ve hot a knife in my leg!”
“At least you don’t have to look at it-eww what’s she doing now?”
“Fuuck she’s twisting the damn thing. Don’t tell me I have a queasy fucking system!”
“I can see she teisting it, though I’d prefer I didn’t.”
“Piss off of make it reset faster!”
“Hey if you want it to go faster you’ll have to ask the wifi, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Then wifi please save me! Fuck!”
The wifi heard her call and finally right as Sienna was about to take another knife she was transported out.
“Welcome to the system world.”
