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Ghouls Dogma (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Her whole body felt cold, face showing her terror clearly, and she even tried to get up off the stone slab table, calling for her father, who she would never again see.
 
They didn’t get very far, only undoing a few of the buttons on her night clothes as she struggled and thrashed. She let out screams of terror, and when the Ghoul who was undressing crawled up onto the table and tried to move over her, something inside her snapped.
She kicked the Ghoul hard in the jaw, thrashing and struggling hard- that’s when she saw it. The knife on the belt of the closest ghoul trying to hold her down. The next few moments were a blur, and she was no longer being held down on the table, but sitting on the Ghoul on the floor now. She raised the blood covered blade over her head for the umpteenth time and stabbed the ghoul who was going to violate her in the chest again. She was still screaming, but now it was the screaming of a blind rage as she filled the dead ghouls chest full of holes, stabbing him over and over even though he was quite clearly dead.
Jin was completely covered in blood, her night clothes splattered and her hands dripping with the deep red liquid; she finally stopped, breathing hard and shaking, staring down at the Ghoul with wide blank eyes while she held the knife tightly with trembling hands. Not a single ghoul in the room moved, most just shocked at what they had just witnessed, a human girl overpowering and killing a ghoul with only a knife. Granted, said knife was no ordinary human knife, but a special one given to only those who called themselves members within the cult.
 
Jin couldn’t stop her shaking, couldn’t look away from the man whom she had just killed. No, but he was a ghoul, and he was going to hurt her, going to violate and murder her, she had no choice but to kill him first, right? She was breathing so hard, she could hardly hear herself when she finally gave her answer, not looking away from her first kill. “Fight.”
 
She followed numbly, not fighting when the knife was pulled from her grasp, and she was escorted from the room. She felt like she was going to be sick, this was the first thing she had killed, the first person she had killed. She was sick in the showers, vomiting until her stomach hurt from there being nothing left to vomit up, and after she was dried up and dressed in fresh clothing.
 
The heavy door closed behind her, and she just stood in the room, unable to comprehend all of the different raging emotions within herself. She felt numb and overwhelmed, unable to do much other than slowly sit down on the floor, staring blankly at the blank concrete wall ahead of her.
She would remain inside the room for days, not doing much other than staring and sleeping, occasionally crying and begging to be let out, but it fell on deaf ears. When she was fed, it was mostly cold broth and stale bread, but she still ate every bite, even licking the bowl clean. She didn’t care how hard the bread was, or how watered down and cold the broth was, to her empty stomach, it was heaven.
 
It wasn't before long that they returned to her room and held her down, locking a large heavy knight's helmet over her head; sje could barely see let alone keep her head up with it.
 
She pleaded for them to take it off, begged and apologized, but none of the ghouls spoke to her, they didn’t even look her in the eyes, just locked the heavy piece of armor over her head with an even heavier padlock, and left. Jin couldn’t help but panic and hyperventilate, trying everything she could think of to try and get off the helmet, but it was locked snugly around her neck.
They left her for another day or so with the helmet locked onto her head, making eating nearly impossible for her. She had to tear the bread into small pieces and push it through the small slit across the front for her eyes, and as for her broth, she ended up spilling most of it inside of her helmet just trying to drink even a few mouthfuls. Once she had stopped screaming about being locked inside the helmet however, she was just dragged out of her room, and brought before the Ghoul she recognized as the man who had killed her father, the cult leader.
 
“Fight who..?! How..?!” Her voice was muffled from the helmet, she she did her best to look him in the eyes, but it was so hard to see through the thin eye slit.
 
He handed her a thin handle with some kind of odd blade attached to it. Once she got a clear view of it through the small holes in the helmet, she saw it was her father's quinque.
 
Her shoulders trembled and she slowly brought it to her chest to cradle it gently, fighting her tears.
In the following hour, Jin would be brought to a large cage like arena, which was splattered with fresh and old blood, large dents in the metals walls and floors, and even still pieces of corpses. The following weeks, Jin would be put up against various other opponents, both humans and Ghouls, in a fight to the death. At first fear and her desire to live kept her fighting, her brain trying to grasp at any excuse for killing the people she did, any justification, but the body count just kept increasing. Her father and grandfather had insisted she started training in both traditional Japanese sword technique and European fencing early on in life. She joined kendo clubs and competed in fencing, along with a few different privately taught grappling and self defense classes, so it was only natural that her body was skilled in fighting and killing, but her mind was starting to fall behind.
Some opponents begged for their life, only three down their weapon and tried to escape; where was the justification in stabbing a man in the back as he fled for his life? She had a few close calls, being wounded seriously on a few occasions, and even breaking her arm once, but she only fought on with that broken arm until she had killed her opponent and had won.
She was taken all over Japan as the months went on, being stuffed into a suitcase and shipped around to the next fighting arena, her only comfort being found in her fathers Quinque. After what she could only assume to be months of fighting,
She stopped worrying about her schooling, or her friends, she didn’t care about her shows anymore, or even her favorite books she hadn’t yet finished, only sitting and waiting quietly until it was time to fight again. The helmet was never once removed in all that time, making it easy for her to escape within herself as she slaughtered anyone who came before her, no longer sympathizing with their pleading. She would mature over the time, growing taller, her frame becoming muscular and lean from constant fighting and little food, her golden hair now sticking out from under the helmet and cascading well past her shoulders.
She never stopped fighting, instead she stopped hesitating, she started to kill more quickly and efficiently, slaughtering both man and Ghoul alike that came before her, and all while completely silent.
 
In the middle of one of her arena battles, all the doors flew open at once and Doves swarmed the area. A couple moved down to the area itself, taking care of her ghoul opponent easily before moving to her slowly.
"Kawabe Jin?" They asked, "We're here to help you.."
 
She tilted her head down to look at the kill that had been stolen from her, breathing heavily from her fight. Neither of them saw her move, had time to react when she impaled the closest one through his mouth and out the back of his neck, then slicing upward easily, splitting his head in two. The other Dove’s partner hadn’t even hit the floor yet before Jin was upon him; bringing her Quinque back to impale the man in the heart, not uttering a single word as she did so.
 
She didn’t even nod, just stood in the arena, waiting for more opponents to come before her, blood dripping from her Quinque.
When the rest of the Doves filed in, they noticed the two slain investigators, and Jin, whom held the Quinque that dropped with their blood. They were far more cautious about approaching her, and after an intense battle, had subdued Jin. After Jin was subdued, the rest of the cult remaining within the building was hunted down and killed, and Jin was taken to hospital under close supervision. When she was brought into hospital, the first thing they did was set about cutting the lock off of Jin, which was heavily rusted shut from blood and water, and when the helmet was removed, the girl was confirmed to be the heiress to the Kawabe estate. She was severely malnourished, underweight, and had many old injuries to her body. One of her arms had been broken and never set properly, which lead to her needing corrective surgery, and her eyesight was rather poor from the helmet being constantly locked into her head. The doctors believed that her physical condition would improve overtime with proper care, but were uncertain about her mental state. She didn’t speak, even when spoken to, only giving an occasional glance with dead looking eyes. She seemed to have lost some mental functions such as the ability to preform basic hygiene, and her hair had for the most part amassed into a single large mat which required most of her hair to be cut off, but nothing quite seemed to scare her. They drew blood without issue, even preformed various different physical exams, and all without any form of traumatic breakdowns, she only ever stood or sat in wait.
It would take nearly an entire year of rehabilitation, medications, and therapy for her to somewhat resemble a normal high school aged girl, but she was still incredibly withdrawn. With no more living relatives left, she became a ward of the state, and was quickly taken into the custody of the CCG, who moved her to one of their academy programs. They housed, clothed, and fed her, even put her into their very own school so she could start her education where she had left off, but her eyes never changed. She looked more like a doll, lifeless eyes always staring right through people, and quickly, she was ostracized.
 
The other students were quite clearly terrified of her. She didn't do anything except go to her classes and then go home. It was unsettling. So they took to bullying and picking on her quietly; thumb tacks in her shoes, putting graffitti like "freak" or "orphan" on her locker.
 
Nothing seemed to change, she never confronted anyone about the bullying, didn’t go to any teachers, didn’t even bother trying to clean the graffiti off her locker. If there were tacks in her shoes, she’d simply dump them in the trash, if trash was stuffed into her desk, she’d simply through it away after class. None of it ever seemed to bother her in the slightest.
When the guardian program of the CCG sent a representative to ask her how she was doing and if she wanted to join any of the after school activities, she declined, that was until she was outright asked to join the club, to then which she joined immediately. She excelled there as well as with her studies, and on her days off, where the on site students were allowed to go off on their own, she preferred to stay on the grounds and simply read her books.
 
There was another student there that seemed to be Jin in a male body. He was Matsunaga Hisehide, and when he experienced any bullying, he immediately snuffed it. No one liked to be near him because he gave off this sort of aura, this feeling of unending dread. He made people uncomfortable, even his teachers, but he was a top student and came into the academy a prodigy. He shared two classes with Jin, he could pick her out of a crowd easily, and found her to be rather interesting. A spitting image of him.
 
She hardly seemed to notice him at all, not once ever turning remotely in his direction. She only did her studies, completed her after school curricular, then either went straight back to the dorms and took time to read in the park areas.
Matsunaga may have been at the top of the class, but Jin was quickly excelling in her studies, quickly closing the distance between him and her, and yet, she still never acknoledged him or anyone else.
 
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