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Breaking Point -- Part One



There is a point within everyone that can be broken--for some, it's a matter of a single encounter to strip down their being, to be able to reshape them to your devices. Others--others can endure, faking being manipulated to the last minute, even convince themselves that they had indeed just undertaken this twisting self-experience. But even these people, the ones that willingly let their pride be beaten back, lacking anything akin to a strong ego...Have a different point to be broken.

It was only a matter of time, for Zurich. Her entire life, she had been drawn into being controlled, manipulated, controlled by fear and power. She was not a broken soul, though; for in her young heart, there sparked hope. Hope that let her look upon each situation with care, tugging it in her own way to bring about her own desired end result. It was a song sung over and over, only played louder and louder, until silence would strike, shattering her ear drums, striking her pulsing brain.

She had hardly realized how much of her endurance had been stripped away. Her mind had rather taken the path to desiring her own death, which even she had thought was her truly broken state; but it was a last-ditch hope to escape her fate.

 It was her talk with Arfold that had done her in. His worry, his questions, his insisting--it finally hit Zurich in that caving point where her own anxieties were dispelled in the release of a small, bitter laugh. 

His kind voice inquired with worry; "What happened to you?.."

She answered with indifference.

"I was...Broken." 

His eyes widened, and he took a cautious look about--before leaning in close, voice becoming as small as hers.

"By who?"

She sang out the single name, grinning in reveal of her scattered, missing teeth.

"Bree."

He began begging her to come with him, for safety and sanction; his concerned tone now weaving around her, unable to bring her care. "I can help you become the girl you once were," he insisted.

Her own voice came out bland, now irritated with the encounter. "I was never a different person." With this, she'd break away from him, moving back into the inn for a second drink, leaving the ranger behind.