User blog:Bond em7/Lion Before The Lambs III

Lion Before the Lambs III
Note:there is some semi-mature things in here, though nothing I would consider above PG13. Still, if you find it offensive let me know and I'll edit it. I was just doing my best to make it realistic, and fully explain the story behind Rebekka that I had thought out months ago, though told nobody. Also know that anythign written here is Rebekka's viewpoint, and may or may not be true. Finally, all the information here is OOC, so your characters cannot know any of it, or share it as they would not know it. Rebekka has taken huge steps to keep most of this hidden, and as nobody but her knows it, she would have to be questioned personally or it taken from her to get it. So, without further adu, here it is. Please let me know if you like it or dislike it in the comments below, and I would be grateful for any advice to help with my next one. Rebekka would pace slowly around the small concrete room. Though it was difficult to see in the semi-darkness, she would walk confidently, the click, click, click of her boots unending, keeping a constant rhythem and time. "I don't talk to myself often, but now seems to be the time to begin as I reflect on where I am and what I've done. You probably don't know my story...and how could you?  My whole life I have shrouded myself in shadows and any who had more than a scrap of truth about me have disappeared or died.  ...but as I'm sure you won't tell anyone, I might as well lay things out and see what I can come up with for the future.  My public file says I was born Rebekka Romy Kaiser, and I think that's the only thing in the whole file that's exactly right.  My parent's names are incorrect, as are my siblings...one of the first things I changed when given the opportunity.  I changed it...well you'll see why I changed it as we get there, but the point is everything anybody knows or thinks they know about me is false.  My parent's real names were Andrea and Felix Kaiser.  Our last name in German means King or Ruler, and I am a direct decendanent of such, and we had magic in our blood for generations. My bloodline has the power to rule, as you have already seen. My parents, however, felt that their gifts would best be used helping the muggles that lived in our small village. My father was a minor politician, and though he could have had any position he wanted, he chose to remain in the backgound so as to not expose his magic. However, when it was called for, he would give things a nudge, and push the political agenda whichever way he thought was best for the town and our family. My mother was the only doctor in town, using both the Muggle healing methods she had learned and (unknown to the muggles), magic to keep everyone healthy. I had two sisters, though I know the records say I had three. My older sister's name was Brigit and my younger's name was Katarina. Bridgit was four years older than me, and Katarina four younger. Bridgit was open and honest with everyone, and was the kindest of souls. Katarina had a voice sweeter than a songbird, and could charm animals with it to come listen. It may have been magic or not, but all I remember was it was magical to listen to. Those years I spent with my family before any of us went to school are were the happiest of my life. My father taught us politics and I loved learning languages from him. I learned English, French, Chineese, Russian, Japanese and a couple other minor languages. My mother taught us magic, showing us the wonders of how it could be used for anything from broken bones to drying tears. In those years I thought magic could fix anything. ...and if you were wondering, yes, I speak about them all in the past tense because they are all gone, though the records don't say that either. All three of us girls knew we had magic early on, and in the safety of our home were free to use it as we saw fit. We were very strong with our magic, and our parents encouraged us, getting us wands a year before going to Beauxbatons so we could practice. I was saddened when Bridgit went off to school, but excited that she would be learning more, and that I would still have time with our parents. I was going to the local primary school, and though I found it boring, I also found I excellent beyond all the other students without really trying. I seemed to have a amazing capacity for storing and recalling information, which made school easy. I was even accused of cheating by the teacher once or twice, but as no evidence could be found, she had to let it go. I learned even at that early age that you had to have proof of wrongdoing before you could do anything about it...and if I could hide or destroy the proof, I was safe. Finally I was old enough to get away from having to hide my magic, and go to Beauxbatons to learn more magic. I was so excited, especially as my older sister had already been there for three years, and I had heard such wonderous things. What I really longed for was a friend...someone I could confide in, and that would be at my level intellectually and challenge me. Unfortunately school didn't hold all the wonders I had hoped, and young girls can be cruel. Nobody wanted to be friends with me. They all already had friends from growing up together, and my sister had made close friends in the years away from home, and hardly had time for me anymore. Maybe I wasn't assertive enough, or flashy enough, or outgoing enough...but I was mostly ignored by both the students and teachers alike. Oh, I see the look of pity in your eyes, and I assure you it won't stay long. I focused on my studies, though I was careful to stay away from any magic remotely dark. I found that as had been the case in primary school, I could learn quickly, and was preforming spells that students three and four years above me were having trouble with. However, I quickly learned to keep that hidden, and barely perform what was necessary in front of others, so when it came to confronting them, I would have the advantage. Afterall, you never show your true strngth until you're ready to strike. Still, I was polite to my teachers, and nice to my classmates, though they called me mean names and mocked my lack of magical abilities. If only they had known the truth! I also was a part of our school quidditch team, and played both chaser and seeker depending on what was needed. I progressed through school without any incidents until my fourth year. That year my eyes were opened to the realities of the cruel world, and the fact that magic couldn't fix everything. I was at home with my family over the Christmas Holidays. It was Christmas Eve, and we were opening the one present we were always allowed to open the night before Christmas. My younger sister, who would be going to school with us next year, had gotten a beginner broomstick. With a giggle, she mounted it and flew around the house. We had no way of knowing, but we were being watched by one of my father's political rivals. He roused the locals, and they came into our house that night as we slept. They put burlap sacks over my parents heads, and dragged us all out the the village square. They had built a large fire, and none of us had our wands as we had been sleeping when they grabbed us. The publicly accused us of magic and witchcraft, and sentenced my mother, father and older sister (who had just graduated the summer before, and was an adult) to be burnt. They said myself and Katarina were still young enough to be saved. They forced us to watch as they tied them to a piece of wood in the middle and lit the straw and wood on fire. I tried not to watch, tried to proect my younger sister, but couldn't without my wand....there was nothing I could do. Then, wihtout warning my younger sister pushed the men holding her away, using some sort of magic, and ran toward the fire to try to save our family. I could do nothing but watch in horror as the flames took her too. I was taken to the house of my mother's assistant who had helped her heal the locals for years. I cried myself to sleep that night, and when I woke up in the early pre-dawn light, I could still smell the ashes from the fire. That night, something in me changed. As I lay there, I realized that I shouldn't be at the mercy of the muggles...afterall I had power. I quickly got up and went back to my parent's house, collecting their wands, along with both of my sisters. Magically I bound them together, transmuting all five wands into a single wand with a deadly purpose. I walked out of my parents house in my thin nightie, holding my new wand aloft, and began setting fire to the houses one by one, until the whole town was on fire. People were beginning to run out of their houses, and I gleefully blasted them with fire as well...afterall what a fitting and appropriate ending to those who had used fire to kill me parents. When I was done I stood alone in the smoking burning husk of the town. Only my parents house still stood. I went inside and gathered some belongings, and things that means something to me....my mother's doctor tools, a couple of my father's books, sy sister's music book, and then left, burning the house behind me. Of course the Ministry investigated, and I lied to them, acting like a scared little girl, and saying they burnt my parents, and the fire got out of control. They believed every word, and promised to take care of me. However, their promises meant nothing, as I soon would find out. They sent me to an orphanage, where we were given almost no food and forced to work in a nearby clothing factory. I stayed there over Christmas and for the New Year, and when I went back to school, I promised myself I would never go back. School had changed now. I quit playing quidditch...I felt no desire anymore. Magic couldn't fix everything...what was the point? In fact, my life might have been better if we had never had it! All my grades steadily dropped, and I was on the verge of being kicked out of school. It was then, at my lowest point that I met a friend....someone who was kind to me, and though she doesn't know it...will never know it, she was the one who enabled me to pull myself back together. Her name was Genevieve, and though she had been aloof for years, she saw something in me. Maybe it was nothing more than seeing a fellow student begin to fail, but she offered to work with me, and help me get my grades back up. I was reluctant at first, but eventually accepted. She was amazingly powerful at her magic, and though I know I didn't make much of an impact on her, she helped me regain my confidence in my magic, and to manage to get though my OWLS that year. I had no idea at the time that fate would have us cross paths again, and I truely wish we coul dbe on the same side, because I do feel that I owe her a deep debt, though I'm sure she has no idea the impact she made on me. However after getting my grades, I worked that summer as an intern in the German Ministry, working to help record and store files. There I found my own file and that of my family, and altered it so anyone who looked wouldn't be able to put together the truth about myself or my family. I felt that my tragedy should be private, and I never wanted anyone knowing what had happened to me. Funny I should tell you about it now. Over that summer my head was clear for the first time in a while. I realized that it was the muggles who my parents had tried to help and serve that had brought this on us, and even though my parents had never been anything but nice and kind to them, they still turned on us, and killed them without a second thought. I decided then that we shouldn't have to hide from the muggles, help them behind closed doors, and then be murdered for our kindness. The muggles should be ruled by us, and with us ruling them, they would be better off, with our magical abilites to help them, we could bring the world together under a single rule, and focus on helping orphans and curing diseases. Thus the idea of Duxterra was born in my mind, though it would be many years before I would be able to work on the idea. When I went back to school, not much had changed. I continued learning magic, now with a new passion that extended to any sort of magic I could get my hands on. I learned curses, and dark rituals, and all manors of powerful spells that could do all sorts of amazing things. I was especially interested in spells that could create illusions or stealth, as staying hidden had always been a specialty of mine, and if they can't catch you, or have evidence, you won't get into trouble. I especially enjoyed learning the magic of the mind, Occlemency and Legilimancy. I even developed my own spells and began a small club called the "Defense Society" to help me develop my skills. Really it was nothing more than teaching the other students the magics of how to defend themselves, specifically their minds, so I could practice delving into them and refining my illusions. When I graduated I recieved top grades, though I had barely studied for them given my own persuits, and though Genevieve was named top student and given all sorts of awards and opportunities, I know that I was at least her equal, if not her better. Still, I felt I owed it to her to let her shine, as she had always done, and to myself hide in the shadows. I applied for a permenant job in the German Ministry in the International Affairs office, and was hired. Though the description in the book of the office would make it seem rather boring, I knew what it was really from my internships over the past summers. It was the Ministry's branch of espionage, and I knew there I could learn new skills and refine the skills I already had. Thought a few of my old professors sent me letters saying they could get me a better job, and that it was a shame I was in a male dominated department (which was true) with no hope of being promoted, I politely turned them down. Afterall, this was where I wanted...no needed to be to put my plans into motion. I was trained as a spy, and though it was difficult, I relished the challenge. I was trained in martial arts, as well as magical deception (which I excelled in). One thing that made the Germans different I discovered was that they also incorperated muggle technology into their training. I learned how to get information from computers, using muggle methods and spells. I learned how to handle communications equipment, and was trained as a sniper with one of their machines called a gun. ...and I got very good. I was honestly something different as they generally used men for this sort of work, but I proved how determined I was, and that I was an asset. I already could speak many languages, and was quickly turned into a Ministry Assassin. Given my position I was often sent to other countries to help handle negotiations between the countries, and while I was there would gather intel on the other countries, and assassinate any target identified. I can't count the number of these missions I went on, but I made political connections in many Asian and European countries, as well as in the Americas. ...and of course bodies trailed wherever I was sent, though they either weren't discovered or were never linked to me. Afterall, how could a small woman like myself with my political and diplomatic experience kill ANYONE? After six years of this, the German Chancellor of Magic passes away. I know there are stories that I had done it, but if I had, then there wouldn't be those stories. I actually had nothing to do with it, and found out later it was a natural death from his Heart giving out. Serves him right for always having extra helpings at dinner of the fatty German food. I decided my time had come, and when they asked for candidates I put my name in. It took a little magic and help to win...but when you're friends with other spies and spooks who specialize in mind magic...well let's just say there were no traces, though of course there was wondering how I won by such a large margin. It really didn't matter. Now I had the power I needed to begin helping both the magical and muggle world. ...and of course I have the best trained spies and assassins at my call as I helped train them, and worked with them for years. This meant that I would always have the best information from all over the world, and soon gave them more free reign and resources to make my intelligence network the best in the world, magical or muggle, as they employeed both methods. Soon after was the first peace conference that began this rediculious war. I have tried my best to stay out of the light, and let the others bloody each other, intending, of course, to step in at the end and take control. I did my best to appear nuetral, and even tried to gain the allies trust, because which side I was on didn't matter...only that they fought and weakened each other. However, the allies wouldn't have me, so I grudingly went over and began to take control of Italy and Russia. I will say that it was difficult given the stubborness...and the lack of guts to keep up the pressure or devote resources. Eventually I had no choice but to show my hand and directly take over." She would smile, and her pacing would stop, her boots clicking together.   "...but that doesn't mean that I don't have a plan...and it doesn't mean that while I distract the Allies, other aren't moving in the shadows. I will win....but your unfortunately won't." She would walk over to the man lying on the ground dressed in rags, with his hands, feet and mouth bound.  He was an old man, now thin from starvation and obviously tortured.  "I want you to know that you've failed German...and that I endured your yelling and power-monging knowing that this day would come. You are in a position where you no longer can win. You have nothing left. Even your country and ministry have fallen, and that by your own hand. Had you just been able to kill the target I assigned you, you and your country would have been spared...but you failed. Your country has been taken, though of course I moved all the important people and resources to a different place before the allies even thought of attacking. They now have nothing but a husk of a country that will require a drain on their resources to keep afloat and running...otherwise your people will begin to starve as I too all their food. ...and we both know the allies won't allow that. However, it will weaken them further. I even destroyed your ministry, and thought it was rather fun to do so with muggle explosives given how much you hate muggle technology. I still don't understand that...it can be so useful." She would kneel, gently cupping his chin and his face up to look at hers.  "I can see your broken, as you should be. ...but I want you to know I'm not going to kill you today. Rather, you'll die with the knowledge that I have bested you, and you have lost everything. Oh, I see the flicker of hope in your eyes...but even if the allies can stop me, and I assure you they cannot, they would kill you or lock you away forever. You have nothing left...no family as they've been killed. No country. All you really have is your name and memroies...and they will do nothing but taunt you with everything you once had. ...and that Tsar, is what I will leave you with here in your cell for the long years it will be until you lose all hope and die knowing you have failed and have nothing left. ...but don't worry. If Lowell fails as you did, you'll have him here for company soon enough. So, as you can see...when I was a child I was a lamb, left to the mercy of lions. ...but I have become a lion slaughtering the other lions, and soon enough I shall rule over the lambs." With that she would turn and leave the cell, her boots clicking and a smile on her face heading out into the light, the world at her fingertips.