This is a dream that I had but I need to rewrite it in short story format.
I had a sword mailed to me and I couldn't figure out why. It was almost like the sword the Bride used in Kill Bill, same style and everything. It was black with intricate, silver symbols and designs on the blade with a black hilt. I decided to go to Japan to research this sword and met with a renowned sword collector/studier. He told me about my past life, which included being in the Yakuza. He said that he could tell because of the lack of my "southern accent." I told him I was taught that a southern accent makes you sound uneducated, therefore, I was taught to speak without one (and I'm not sure why that stands out). He said he could also tell my brow line that I wasn't really white.
Anyway, after that, I went back to the house I rented for the month. On the way there, the neighbor comes out and is startled. He has a bottle of 7 up and spits it everywhere. He looks at me again and then does a double take. He tries to run inside but I stop him. "Do you recognize me?" I ask him but he just stutters. He goes to get into the car and then my dream switches to a third person view, where I'm in the car observing but I'm not really in the car. The neighbor and his neighbor are in the car, as are the guys' two big, brown dogs (I don't recognize the breed.) The dogs are sitting there thinking, "CAR RIDE CAR RIDE CAR RIDE!" and the guy just wants this awkward encounter to be over. The girl is really interested in the guy and is pissed that her boyfriend ran off with this guy's girlfriend. She thinks they should hook up. She tells him that she is free tomorrow, hinting at a date. The guy is a bit oblivious and refuses to pick up on the hint. He's still thinking about the assassin outside of his house. Why was she there again? He quit selling the drugs. He hoped she wasn't there to kill him.
While thinking this, he missed the large sign warning him there was a steep curve on the Interstate. He was on 76 transferring to 86. He was going way too fast. The cloud above was shaped as Batman and it smiled as the car flipped over and overturned. The cops were quick to get to the silver car, now overturned and smoking.
The guy was walking through a row of houses with a little girl holding his hand. She was blue. The world looked different. It was tinted in gold. He saw people he had lost years ago, who came up and gave him a hug. He asked the girl where he was. "You're in what you perceive to be heaven. However, it's not your time yet. I've got to go meet with someone and I'll come back for you later."
"You mean, I get to see everyone I've lost, again?" The guy sounded almost stunned.
"Yes, in the same way you remember them and in the same way that they remember you. No one truly dies, you know."
Then, he wakes up in the hospital.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
The First Doctor, the Soldier, and the Military Base
I dreamed I was someone else. I was a tall girl with shoulder length brown/blonde hair, and green eyes. I was flying around with the Doctor and two other guys in the TARDIS. We landed at a military base (this was the first Doctor) and I was from 2009. I'm not sure how I started traveling with the Doctor but anyway, we landed in 1976 at this military base. We got out of the TARDIS and wandered around.
We saw what appeared to be overhead train tracks but it was pulling cars of bombs with pulleys from one side of the base to the other side. I saw this handsome soldier, about 6'2" with blonde hair and blue eyes. I was drawn to him for some reason. He had an adopted son from his first marriage. His son was sitting in the soldier's room working on math problems.
When I touched his hand, I had sort of a flash back. It was a woman, who could have been my exact twin, who died of an embolism on the military base a year ago. No one was around to help her. While the Doctor was off saving things, I got to know the soldier a little more and fell in love. We kissed and the Doctor came in and told me we had to go.
I asked the Doctor if we could show the soldier the TARDIS and he agreed. I opened the door and the soldier ran around the whole place, both of us laughing. I asked him if he would wait four years for me and that I'd be back to marry him. He said yes and we kissed a last time. I climbed aboard the TARDIS and shut the doors.
The Doctor and I had a conversation while we jumped to the military base in 1980. I asked him if he had ever seen the TARDIS before. He told me that was impossible. I said that I had seen her and she was crafty. He laughed and then grew somber as we materialized at the military base in 1980.
I ran out, expecting to see the solider that I left in 1976. No one was there. It was deserted and falling a part. The Doctor slowly came out of the TARDIS and told me that a bomb exploded at the base two days after we had left. I fell to my knees and cried and asked if we could go back and get him but the Doctor told me no. I sobbed as he pulled me into the TARDIS, away from the destruction.
We saw what appeared to be overhead train tracks but it was pulling cars of bombs with pulleys from one side of the base to the other side. I saw this handsome soldier, about 6'2" with blonde hair and blue eyes. I was drawn to him for some reason. He had an adopted son from his first marriage. His son was sitting in the soldier's room working on math problems.
When I touched his hand, I had sort of a flash back. It was a woman, who could have been my exact twin, who died of an embolism on the military base a year ago. No one was around to help her. While the Doctor was off saving things, I got to know the soldier a little more and fell in love. We kissed and the Doctor came in and told me we had to go.
I asked the Doctor if we could show the soldier the TARDIS and he agreed. I opened the door and the soldier ran around the whole place, both of us laughing. I asked him if he would wait four years for me and that I'd be back to marry him. He said yes and we kissed a last time. I climbed aboard the TARDIS and shut the doors.
The Doctor and I had a conversation while we jumped to the military base in 1980. I asked him if he had ever seen the TARDIS before. He told me that was impossible. I said that I had seen her and she was crafty. He laughed and then grew somber as we materialized at the military base in 1980.
I ran out, expecting to see the solider that I left in 1976. No one was there. It was deserted and falling a part. The Doctor slowly came out of the TARDIS and told me that a bomb exploded at the base two days after we had left. I fell to my knees and cried and asked if we could go back and get him but the Doctor told me no. I sobbed as he pulled me into the TARDIS, away from the destruction.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
The Amusement Park Murders
It all started with a press conference. Mr. Samuels was opening another amusement park but this one was going to be in his small hometown. People had mixed reactions about the theme park - some were very happy and that it would boost the economy while others said it would boost the crime rate and pollution levels. Mr. Samuels was a middle-aged man and was a heavy man. He had thinning, light brown short hair, a matching mustache, and was shorter than the average man, only measuring in height at about 5'8". He wore a powder blue suit today while addressing the media. His suits pretty much mirrored his personality, a bit out of date and a little sad. His wife stood like a statue beside him. She never talked very much and when she did talk, was frigid and unyielding. Many people described her as an "ice queen." She was slightly taller than her husband and very thin. Mrs. Samuels always wore the color gray, never anything brightly colored or vibrant. Her hair matched her outfit and was pulled back in a neat, tight bun. She was middle aged as well but looked so much older than her forty-eight years.
Their only child, a daughter, stood with them and was bored out of her mind. The daughter's name was Dawn but she went by her middle name, Quinn. She was heavy for her sixteen years and shorter than her parents at 5'4". She had wild and unruly long brown hair that hung loose halfway down her back. She usually wore dark colors and today was no different. Quinn wore a black baby doll shirt with her favorite band on it, a short black skirt, black leggings, and a pair of black, thigh high boots. She had three piercings in each ear, all filled currently with silver earrings. She wore a lot of rings on her fingers and a pierced nose. Additionally, she wore body charms, which were really popular with teenagers. Under her left eye, she wore a silver and purple-stripped yellow jacket with a long needle for a stinger. A bonding agent attached this to her vertically, under her eye, so that the body charm looked like a teardrop escaping from her eye.
Lastly, Mr. Samuel's assistant stood with the family. James was a former basketball player in high school, towering over everyone at a stoic 6'4" with very prominent features. He was a light skinned, handsome man in his early 20's, who worked closely with Mr. Samuels and happened to be currently single because he threw himself into his work. He had been Mr. Samuel's assistant for the past three years, working closely with the amusement park mogul. He was hoping that he would receive a promotion or the opportunity of being a partner in this new amusement park that he helped to put together. James was a very ambitious young man and very driven, sometimes a bit too driven. Mr. Samuels put his right hand on James' shoulder while addressing the press and James smiled. Mr. Samuels called for a quick break for the press conference and approached James.
"Don't worry, this is almost over. Thank you for being so patient. After the conference, would you care to accompany me for a drink? I need to discuss some business with you."
James smiled. Maybe he was finally going to be made a partner!
"I was hoping to speak to you as well, Mr. Samuels. I have to stop by my uncle's first. He needs someone to run his deposits to the bank but I'm free after that."
Mr. Samuels nodded.
"That sounds agreeable, James. Meet at Malero's at seven? Oh, the vultures are back. We'd better get back to it, eh?" Mr. Samuels said gesturing towards the cameras. "Come on, James, let's demonstrate the Ferris wheel. As always, you can have the window seat."
This was an inside joke between Mr. Samuels and James. When James had first met Mr. Samuels, it was in the Ferris wheel line. There was only one seat left, so James leaned behind him and offered Mr. Samuels the window seat. Mr. Samuels liked James and offered him a job right then and there.
After the press conference, James got into his car and drove to Caskets and More, his uncle's business. His uncle was a very successful businessman and had branches of his store all over the state. The store stood alone and had green parking, which was unusual in downtown. On the outside, it was a lovely older brick building with a dark, stucco roof. The sign was plain and very tastefully done.
James parked in the parking lot and walked into the store through the double glass doors. He passed by the current showpiece in the bay window area, which almost looked like a private sunroom. The store had rich, hardwood floors, and several different rooms with differently priced caskets in each room. Instead of a counter with a cash register, there was an office in the back to handle the sales. There was also a small station set up in a tiny kitchen across from the office, out of the view of the merchandise that had a hot tea and coffee station for customers. His uncle's storm was full of class and compassion for those grieving over loved ones.
James went into the back office and saw that Dan was behind the desk that evening. Dan was going to be promoted to a manager soon, James remembered.
"Hey! I came by to grab the deposits." James said, just in case his uncle had been a bit absent minded.
"Oh, hey James, yeah. Let me put those together for you. It'll be a few minutes. Why don't you grab some coffee and I'll bring them to you once I get done cashing out for tonight?" Dan replied, smiling.
James nodded and went back out into the store to the coffee and hot tea station. He didn't see all of the cars pull up in the parking lot or the men who got out of those cars with guns. The men, wearing black suits and built like line backers, got out of the cars and headed into the store while James was adding cream to his coffee. They stormed in and yelled,
"Samuels said that you could have a permanent window seat!"
They proceeded to open fire and unload their automatic weapons into James and Dan. One of the guys looked up and winked at the security camera. After the men ran out of rounds, they ran out of the store and laughed about a job well done.
Meanwhile, Samuels was at the amusement park working on a last few minute touches before his meeting.
James' uncle, Mark, saw the security camera footage while waiting for the police. Now, Mark was a successful businessman as well and had a lot of connections. He had a friend bring a burner phone from the store. This was a phone call that Mark hoped he never had to make but it was definitely a call he couldn't make from his own phone.
Samuels would be sorry.
Samuels called his wife and asked her to bring Quinn back to the amusement park because he wanted to show them a surprise before his meeting. His wife gave an exasperated sigh.
"Darling, it's getting late and Quinn has violin class at seven. Can't it wait?"
His wife smirked into the phone but Samuels couldn't see a smirk.
"Nope! It can't." Samuels said, smiling, and hung up the phone.
His wife sighed again and pressed a button on the intercom telling her daughter to grab her things, that they had a surprise to look forward to.
The call that Mark made across town was to a gang, who were getting a well-earned reputation around town lately. He offered them a couple of thousand if they could take care of someone for him. Being a businessman himself, Vix, the head of the gang, agreed to Mark's terms. After all, they killed people a lot and mostly for free. The gang finished setting up the last charge on the roller coaster, after receiving a tip that Samuels was going to ride it that night, as per tradition, when he opened a new amusement park. Vix smiled as he held the detonation button. Mark couldn't say they weren't artists, he thought. Now, to wait for Samuels.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Samuels arrived with Quinn at the amusement park. The sun was setting which painted the sky in rich purple and pink hues. The few clouds in the sky almost looked as if they had been made in a cotton candy machine. Mr. Samuels met them in the parking lot and told his family he had a surprise for them.
"Stay right here and watch the roller coaster." He said, happily gesturing at the structure.
His wife sighed again and his daughter nodded. He kissed them both on the cheeks and into the amusement park, where Vix was waiting.
Samuels got into the roller coaster and hit a button. The car started rolling and the structure lit up into white, shiny bulbs spelling out, "I retire" on the side of the roller coaster. Vix pressed the detonation button as soon as he saw the car start to move.
Quinn and Mrs. Samuels looked on in horror as the structure for the roller coaster started to collapse.
Samuels looked down and realized what was happening. He was both scared and a bit sad.
"But, I was retiring and giving this to James."
Those were his last thoughts. The structure and foundation completely collapsed, piece-by-piece, and finally taking Mr. Samuels with it.
Quinn watched in utter shock and horror as the structure collapsed on top of her father. She screamed and tried to run towards where the roller coaster used to be, but her mom grabbed her and held on. Loud, random sobs escaped from her throat and rocked her body. All she could think was, "who would do this?"
After making sure that her mother was safe in bed, Quinn made sure that the house security was strong tonight. She also answered endless questions from the police and family members until finally, she got a moment to herself. Quinn sat at the kitchen counter over a mug of hot tea. She just received the news that James had died tonight as well and was told her father was a suspect in the murder. Her best friend Emma had a father who served as a police officer. Emma's father happened to be working when what appeared to be a robbery gone badly, until her father found the security tapes and deposit money. Emma felt like Quinn should know. Quinn was thinking of what Emily told her on the phone,
"It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better."
Truer words were never spoken.
Quinn gave her mother a sedative that the doctors prescribed to her earlier and put her to bed. Her mom didn't even know about James yet. She put her head in her hands and that's how Emma found her. Emma walked into the kitchen, walked up to Quinn, and put her arms around Quinn while Quinn just sobbed. Quinn felt like she had lost two family members today, three if you count her useless ice queen of a mother, Emma thought.
Emma was short in stature and very petite at 5'3". She was hardly a hundred pounds soaking wet. Emma loved wide legged jeans and small, cute tops. She had light brown hair with auburn streaks and hazel eyes. She and Quinn had been best friends since kindergarten, so Emma was very close to Quinn's family. She made Quinn take a shower, picked out nightclothes for her, and tucked her into bed. Basically, Emma thought, doing what her mother should be doing for her and not the other way around. Emma stayed next to Quinn until Quinn fell asleep.
Something about all of this didn't really add up to Emma. Why would Samuels want to kill James if the police found legal documentation that he was going to make James a partner and a majority shareholder of the new amusement park when Samuels retired? If anything, Mrs. Samuels (or as Emma affectionately referred to her, "ice queen") would actually be the one to gain the most in the deaths of both Mr. Samuels and James. The ice queen would stand to inherit her husband's entire empire and fortune, that is, before he signed over one of his amusement parks to someone who wasn't a relative. Plus, the ice queen had taken out two life insurance policies on her husband that totaled more than ten million dollars. The ice queen would also inherit their enormous ten-bedroom house, the life insurance policies, and the income and royalties from the amusement parks. Emma wondered if they had ever been happily married because during her seventeen years, she hadn't seen Mrs. Samuels show the slightest bit of affection towards her husband. They even had separate bedrooms.
The next evening, Mrs. Samuels was busy prepping to play her newly found role of a widow. The wake for her husband was to be held in the most expensive ballroom in the downtown area. Mrs. Samuels made sure to call in the cavalry - the make up artists, stylists, and hair experts. Mrs. Samuels ordered the teams to work on Quinn and Emma because, as she put it, it was going to be the social event of the year. Her words. They disturbed Quinn deeply.
Emma grew more and more suspicious but had to hide it around the ice queen. If the ice queen was behind all of those murders, Emma thought, it wouldn't take much to wipe her family off of the map if they stood in her way. She smiled at the people doing her hair and looked down at the short, black dress she chose. It was a one-piece dress, fashioned simply. It had a tight fitting bust, with a gentle neckline, and a skirt that flared out, almost like a 50's poodle skirt. It was a vintage dress that the stylist found for her that was cut above the knee. The stylist smiled at Emma in the dress and handed Emma a pair of red stilettos along with a red clutch.
Quinn was across the room in a long, black, expensive satin strapless gown. It fit to her curves and had a slit on the side of her dress up to her knee. Her ears, nose, and fingers were naked for the first time in years. The stylist put her hair halfway up in a bun and left the rest to curl down her back. Quinn looked radiant for someone so sad. The stylist finished off Quinn's attire, with her mother's approval of course, with black stilettos that had black straps that wrapped around her legs up to her knees and a silky black clutch. Mrs. Samuels came over and fluttered around Quinn. She added a huge, cold, diamond bracelet to Quinn's wrist, along with diamond teardrops to her ears, and declared that Quinn was finally beautiful. That was the first time Quinn had heard her mom say anything remotely nice about her appearance in years.
Mrs. Samuels never worse anything other than gray, and she wasn't about to change her ways for her husband's death. She worse a satin, gray gown that stopped at her knees. It was a spaghetti strapped gown with a short, silvery coat over the charcoal gray dress. The gown had a low neckline, so Mrs. Samuels wore a choker of several strands of gray pearls, along with a matching gray pearl bracelet. Her hair was French braided with a few strands loose and curled to frame her face. She wore silver shoes to match her coat and carried a silver clutch. Emma looked down at her phone.
"Mrs. Samuels?" She asked.
Mrs. Samuels looked over at her and replied with a hurried, "Yes, my dear?"
Emma backed up towards the door.
"I have to go home to retrieve my father's debit card. I'm afraid he left it on the nightstand while he was getting ready for work and doesn't have a way to pay for dinner tonight. Would you mind terribly if I met you and Quinn at the wake?"
Emma cast her eyes down, just in case Mrs. Samuels was trying to detect the lie. Quinn looked at her mother. A slow smile spread across Mrs. Samuels' face.
"Of course, dear. Think nothing of it. Tell Carl to hire you a car for the evening. There's no reason for you to drive and mess up that gorgeous dress. The team of stylists worked so ever hard for tonights ... engagement. Just try not to be too late, my dear. Quinn may need you."
Her eyes sparkled and Emma finally saw the fire behind the ice.
"Come along, Quinn." Mrs. Samuels ordered.
Emma squeezed Quinn's hand before she let go. Emma hoped that she got to see Quinn again.
Emma made her way downstairs and slid past most of the household staff that were working on the house and the wake for tonight. It was a very busy house. Finally, after some searching, Emma found Carl outside by the fountain in the front yard. She relayed Mrs. Samuels' request and Carl found a limo and driver for her for the night. The limo driver was offered a handsome bonus if he could take Emma to her house and make it look like an accident. Carl made sure the limo driver knew just how much of a bonus he would receive.
The driver took Emma to her house. Upon seeing her house, she flew out of the limo and ran inside and ran right smack dab into her father.
"I know who killed them." She said and told her dad everything she suspected and found out while staying at the Samuels' house. Her dad called the police station and they picked up Mark for questioning and later, picked up Vix.
While waiting on the warrant to search Mark's home and businesses, the police working the case told Mark about Mr. Samuel's legal documents granting James partnership in his business. One of the officers gave the disbelieving Mark a copy of the document and Mark just sat there in stunned silence. There it was, in black and white. What had he done? He put his face in his hands and started crying. He told the police everything.
Emma went outside and released the limo driver for the remainder of the night. She told him that her dad was at home ill, so she would be unable to attend Mr. Samuel's wake after all. She thanked him and paid him a four thousand dollar tip. She knew that was the going rate of her death, which she found out about from Carl. Carl told her everything because she had been like family to the Samuels and he was grateful of her care for Quinn these past few days. The limo driver just nodded, thanked Emma, told her that he would prepare a lie on her behalf, and left. Emma and her dad headed downtown, in the direction of the hotel, which was holding the wake of her best friend's father.
This hotel, like all others after 2020, had what people called a "judgment" room. If you were caught committing a crime, you were placed in this room. The room was made up of solid glass doors and walls, at least that's how it appeared on the outside of the room. On the inside of the room, there was dark red wallpaper that stopped halfway down each side of the wall. The other lower half of the wall was finished with maple, down to the floor. The room had hardwood floors and several different T-junctions. It was a big room with lots of corners and junctions made for running. There were also decorative lamps on the walls, not really for lighting, just for show. The room's lighting was a bit dark, almost if a fireplace lighted the room. That made the running a bit more challenging. There were also objects in the hallways of the "judgment" room like benches, small tables, small couches, plants, and art.
Outside of the hotel, on the streets, were touch screen signs. Now, each of these touch screen signs had a list of punishments and the prices listed next to each punishment offered. People would swipe their credit cards, once they had received an alert on their phone about someone being held in the judgment room - you could be on a mailing list, and then pay for the punishment they felt fit the crime. For example, a successful lawyer may pay $1,000.00 for the punishment of a pack of hungry, ravenous wolves to chase the prisoner and eat them alive. The lawyer might have picked that punishment because the lawyer thought that fit the crime of the prisoner's which was embezzling from the federal programs set up to help the poor, or it could be because the lawyer had a bad day at work and wanted amusement. Sometimes, the prisoners lived but most died. It was up to the crowd to decide the punishment and fate of that prisoner. What often transpired was that the person with the biggest wallet had control over the life and death of the prisoner.
An angry mob had formed outside of the hotel by the touch screen signs. Emma knew this was bad. If a mob had control of the punishment, it was going to get very ugly, and very quickly. The mob had already made Vix suffer by buying a floor replacement - with needles - as well as paying for him to be tied to a chair after a while of walking on the "floor" and being eaten alive by carnivorous ants. The last purchase was courtesy of Mrs. Samuels. To Emma's horror, she saw that James' Uncle Mark was up next.
Mrs. Samuels was at the wake, accompanied by her good "friend" Jackson. He told everyone that Mark was the one to blame for Mr. Samuels' murder and that they should pick the worst possible punishment for him. Mark just stood in the room, his eyes red and swollen from crying. The crowd decided that Mark's punishment to fit the crime was to be buried alive. Jackson bought this punishment for almost $500,000.00 to make sure that the way Mark was buried that his death would last for days and be broadcasted for all of those to see. Mark was trapped in a silent scream as he was placed into the transparent prison in which he would die. Emma's dad shoved his way through the crowd trying to reach the signs to enter his override code, but could not reach the sign in time. The staff buried Mark under the "judgment" room with a live feed that would be broadcasted live. Emma's dad was furious that this happened before he had gotten here to control it. He knew that Jackson was Mrs. Samuels' lover and had been for years. He thought the woman incapable of love, so he wasn't sure what she was using Jackson for, just yet. There was nothing more they could do here, so they made their way into the hotel to reach the wake.
Emma got there just as Mrs. Samuels turned to give a toast to her late husband. Emma interrupted her.
"Stop! SHE'S the killer!" Emma shouted and pointed to Mrs. Samuels, and Emma continued, "She hired men to kill James and me! She was also involved in orchestrating her late husband's murder to prevent him from signing his amusement park over to James! She just wanted the money and you've just let her kill TWO MORE PEOPLE!"
The crowd in the ballroom turned to Emma in shock and then turned to Mrs. Samuels who smiled a slow, evil smile.
"Prove it." She hissed.
Quinn stepped forward.
"She doesn't have to, I have the proof right here. Daddy thought this might happen and wrote a letter to write you out of the will. I am the sole heir."
Quinn passed the letter to Emma's father who nodded after reading it.
"It's all here and completely legal and binding." He said.
Mrs. Samuels' smile froze and disappeared. She snatched the letter away from Emma's father and went pale.
Jackson lunged forward with his gun drawn and aimed at Emma when Emma's dad had already pulled the trigger on his gun, shooting Jackson right between the eyes before Jackson had a chance to react.
Jackson dropped to the floor, dead.
The crowd screamed and dispersed. Mrs. Samuels went for Quinn.
The next few events happened as if in slow motion.
Quinn, seeing her mother cross the room towards her, removed the purple and silver stripped yellow jacket from her face. She kissed the top of it and threw it at her mother. The yellow jacket flew true, striking Mrs. Samuels between the eyes. The needle pierced her skin and she fell, with the yellow jacket's needle, like a stinger, embedded into her forehead. The yellow jacket body charm had been laced with poison that would kill an adult in a few seconds, and that's all it took to kill Mrs. Samuels. Her cold eyes went glossy and rolled to the back of her head.
Quinn could only let one tear escape for her mother. That's all she could give.
Emma went over and gave her a hug. Emma's dad crossed the ballroom to both of them and gave them a fierce hug, while moving them away from the bodies growing cold on the dance floor.
Emma looked at Quinn and said, "I don't know about you Quinn, but I think that was the event of the year, how about you?"
Quinn gave her a smile and said, "You were right - it did get worse before it got better ... but it will get a lot better now."
Their only child, a daughter, stood with them and was bored out of her mind. The daughter's name was Dawn but she went by her middle name, Quinn. She was heavy for her sixteen years and shorter than her parents at 5'4". She had wild and unruly long brown hair that hung loose halfway down her back. She usually wore dark colors and today was no different. Quinn wore a black baby doll shirt with her favorite band on it, a short black skirt, black leggings, and a pair of black, thigh high boots. She had three piercings in each ear, all filled currently with silver earrings. She wore a lot of rings on her fingers and a pierced nose. Additionally, she wore body charms, which were really popular with teenagers. Under her left eye, she wore a silver and purple-stripped yellow jacket with a long needle for a stinger. A bonding agent attached this to her vertically, under her eye, so that the body charm looked like a teardrop escaping from her eye.
Lastly, Mr. Samuel's assistant stood with the family. James was a former basketball player in high school, towering over everyone at a stoic 6'4" with very prominent features. He was a light skinned, handsome man in his early 20's, who worked closely with Mr. Samuels and happened to be currently single because he threw himself into his work. He had been Mr. Samuel's assistant for the past three years, working closely with the amusement park mogul. He was hoping that he would receive a promotion or the opportunity of being a partner in this new amusement park that he helped to put together. James was a very ambitious young man and very driven, sometimes a bit too driven. Mr. Samuels put his right hand on James' shoulder while addressing the press and James smiled. Mr. Samuels called for a quick break for the press conference and approached James.
"Don't worry, this is almost over. Thank you for being so patient. After the conference, would you care to accompany me for a drink? I need to discuss some business with you."
James smiled. Maybe he was finally going to be made a partner!
"I was hoping to speak to you as well, Mr. Samuels. I have to stop by my uncle's first. He needs someone to run his deposits to the bank but I'm free after that."
Mr. Samuels nodded.
"That sounds agreeable, James. Meet at Malero's at seven? Oh, the vultures are back. We'd better get back to it, eh?" Mr. Samuels said gesturing towards the cameras. "Come on, James, let's demonstrate the Ferris wheel. As always, you can have the window seat."
This was an inside joke between Mr. Samuels and James. When James had first met Mr. Samuels, it was in the Ferris wheel line. There was only one seat left, so James leaned behind him and offered Mr. Samuels the window seat. Mr. Samuels liked James and offered him a job right then and there.
After the press conference, James got into his car and drove to Caskets and More, his uncle's business. His uncle was a very successful businessman and had branches of his store all over the state. The store stood alone and had green parking, which was unusual in downtown. On the outside, it was a lovely older brick building with a dark, stucco roof. The sign was plain and very tastefully done.
James parked in the parking lot and walked into the store through the double glass doors. He passed by the current showpiece in the bay window area, which almost looked like a private sunroom. The store had rich, hardwood floors, and several different rooms with differently priced caskets in each room. Instead of a counter with a cash register, there was an office in the back to handle the sales. There was also a small station set up in a tiny kitchen across from the office, out of the view of the merchandise that had a hot tea and coffee station for customers. His uncle's storm was full of class and compassion for those grieving over loved ones.
James went into the back office and saw that Dan was behind the desk that evening. Dan was going to be promoted to a manager soon, James remembered.
"Hey! I came by to grab the deposits." James said, just in case his uncle had been a bit absent minded.
"Oh, hey James, yeah. Let me put those together for you. It'll be a few minutes. Why don't you grab some coffee and I'll bring them to you once I get done cashing out for tonight?" Dan replied, smiling.
James nodded and went back out into the store to the coffee and hot tea station. He didn't see all of the cars pull up in the parking lot or the men who got out of those cars with guns. The men, wearing black suits and built like line backers, got out of the cars and headed into the store while James was adding cream to his coffee. They stormed in and yelled,
"Samuels said that you could have a permanent window seat!"
They proceeded to open fire and unload their automatic weapons into James and Dan. One of the guys looked up and winked at the security camera. After the men ran out of rounds, they ran out of the store and laughed about a job well done.
Meanwhile, Samuels was at the amusement park working on a last few minute touches before his meeting.
James' uncle, Mark, saw the security camera footage while waiting for the police. Now, Mark was a successful businessman as well and had a lot of connections. He had a friend bring a burner phone from the store. This was a phone call that Mark hoped he never had to make but it was definitely a call he couldn't make from his own phone.
Samuels would be sorry.
Samuels called his wife and asked her to bring Quinn back to the amusement park because he wanted to show them a surprise before his meeting. His wife gave an exasperated sigh.
"Darling, it's getting late and Quinn has violin class at seven. Can't it wait?"
His wife smirked into the phone but Samuels couldn't see a smirk.
"Nope! It can't." Samuels said, smiling, and hung up the phone.
His wife sighed again and pressed a button on the intercom telling her daughter to grab her things, that they had a surprise to look forward to.
The call that Mark made across town was to a gang, who were getting a well-earned reputation around town lately. He offered them a couple of thousand if they could take care of someone for him. Being a businessman himself, Vix, the head of the gang, agreed to Mark's terms. After all, they killed people a lot and mostly for free. The gang finished setting up the last charge on the roller coaster, after receiving a tip that Samuels was going to ride it that night, as per tradition, when he opened a new amusement park. Vix smiled as he held the detonation button. Mark couldn't say they weren't artists, he thought. Now, to wait for Samuels.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Samuels arrived with Quinn at the amusement park. The sun was setting which painted the sky in rich purple and pink hues. The few clouds in the sky almost looked as if they had been made in a cotton candy machine. Mr. Samuels met them in the parking lot and told his family he had a surprise for them.
"Stay right here and watch the roller coaster." He said, happily gesturing at the structure.
His wife sighed again and his daughter nodded. He kissed them both on the cheeks and into the amusement park, where Vix was waiting.
Samuels got into the roller coaster and hit a button. The car started rolling and the structure lit up into white, shiny bulbs spelling out, "I retire" on the side of the roller coaster. Vix pressed the detonation button as soon as he saw the car start to move.
Quinn and Mrs. Samuels looked on in horror as the structure for the roller coaster started to collapse.
Samuels looked down and realized what was happening. He was both scared and a bit sad.
"But, I was retiring and giving this to James."
Those were his last thoughts. The structure and foundation completely collapsed, piece-by-piece, and finally taking Mr. Samuels with it.
Quinn watched in utter shock and horror as the structure collapsed on top of her father. She screamed and tried to run towards where the roller coaster used to be, but her mom grabbed her and held on. Loud, random sobs escaped from her throat and rocked her body. All she could think was, "who would do this?"
After making sure that her mother was safe in bed, Quinn made sure that the house security was strong tonight. She also answered endless questions from the police and family members until finally, she got a moment to herself. Quinn sat at the kitchen counter over a mug of hot tea. She just received the news that James had died tonight as well and was told her father was a suspect in the murder. Her best friend Emma had a father who served as a police officer. Emma's father happened to be working when what appeared to be a robbery gone badly, until her father found the security tapes and deposit money. Emma felt like Quinn should know. Quinn was thinking of what Emily told her on the phone,
"It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better."
Truer words were never spoken.
Quinn gave her mother a sedative that the doctors prescribed to her earlier and put her to bed. Her mom didn't even know about James yet. She put her head in her hands and that's how Emma found her. Emma walked into the kitchen, walked up to Quinn, and put her arms around Quinn while Quinn just sobbed. Quinn felt like she had lost two family members today, three if you count her useless ice queen of a mother, Emma thought.
Emma was short in stature and very petite at 5'3". She was hardly a hundred pounds soaking wet. Emma loved wide legged jeans and small, cute tops. She had light brown hair with auburn streaks and hazel eyes. She and Quinn had been best friends since kindergarten, so Emma was very close to Quinn's family. She made Quinn take a shower, picked out nightclothes for her, and tucked her into bed. Basically, Emma thought, doing what her mother should be doing for her and not the other way around. Emma stayed next to Quinn until Quinn fell asleep.
Something about all of this didn't really add up to Emma. Why would Samuels want to kill James if the police found legal documentation that he was going to make James a partner and a majority shareholder of the new amusement park when Samuels retired? If anything, Mrs. Samuels (or as Emma affectionately referred to her, "ice queen") would actually be the one to gain the most in the deaths of both Mr. Samuels and James. The ice queen would stand to inherit her husband's entire empire and fortune, that is, before he signed over one of his amusement parks to someone who wasn't a relative. Plus, the ice queen had taken out two life insurance policies on her husband that totaled more than ten million dollars. The ice queen would also inherit their enormous ten-bedroom house, the life insurance policies, and the income and royalties from the amusement parks. Emma wondered if they had ever been happily married because during her seventeen years, she hadn't seen Mrs. Samuels show the slightest bit of affection towards her husband. They even had separate bedrooms.
The next evening, Mrs. Samuels was busy prepping to play her newly found role of a widow. The wake for her husband was to be held in the most expensive ballroom in the downtown area. Mrs. Samuels made sure to call in the cavalry - the make up artists, stylists, and hair experts. Mrs. Samuels ordered the teams to work on Quinn and Emma because, as she put it, it was going to be the social event of the year. Her words. They disturbed Quinn deeply.
Emma grew more and more suspicious but had to hide it around the ice queen. If the ice queen was behind all of those murders, Emma thought, it wouldn't take much to wipe her family off of the map if they stood in her way. She smiled at the people doing her hair and looked down at the short, black dress she chose. It was a one-piece dress, fashioned simply. It had a tight fitting bust, with a gentle neckline, and a skirt that flared out, almost like a 50's poodle skirt. It was a vintage dress that the stylist found for her that was cut above the knee. The stylist smiled at Emma in the dress and handed Emma a pair of red stilettos along with a red clutch.
Quinn was across the room in a long, black, expensive satin strapless gown. It fit to her curves and had a slit on the side of her dress up to her knee. Her ears, nose, and fingers were naked for the first time in years. The stylist put her hair halfway up in a bun and left the rest to curl down her back. Quinn looked radiant for someone so sad. The stylist finished off Quinn's attire, with her mother's approval of course, with black stilettos that had black straps that wrapped around her legs up to her knees and a silky black clutch. Mrs. Samuels came over and fluttered around Quinn. She added a huge, cold, diamond bracelet to Quinn's wrist, along with diamond teardrops to her ears, and declared that Quinn was finally beautiful. That was the first time Quinn had heard her mom say anything remotely nice about her appearance in years.
Mrs. Samuels never worse anything other than gray, and she wasn't about to change her ways for her husband's death. She worse a satin, gray gown that stopped at her knees. It was a spaghetti strapped gown with a short, silvery coat over the charcoal gray dress. The gown had a low neckline, so Mrs. Samuels wore a choker of several strands of gray pearls, along with a matching gray pearl bracelet. Her hair was French braided with a few strands loose and curled to frame her face. She wore silver shoes to match her coat and carried a silver clutch. Emma looked down at her phone.
"Mrs. Samuels?" She asked.
Mrs. Samuels looked over at her and replied with a hurried, "Yes, my dear?"
Emma backed up towards the door.
"I have to go home to retrieve my father's debit card. I'm afraid he left it on the nightstand while he was getting ready for work and doesn't have a way to pay for dinner tonight. Would you mind terribly if I met you and Quinn at the wake?"
Emma cast her eyes down, just in case Mrs. Samuels was trying to detect the lie. Quinn looked at her mother. A slow smile spread across Mrs. Samuels' face.
"Of course, dear. Think nothing of it. Tell Carl to hire you a car for the evening. There's no reason for you to drive and mess up that gorgeous dress. The team of stylists worked so ever hard for tonights ... engagement. Just try not to be too late, my dear. Quinn may need you."
Her eyes sparkled and Emma finally saw the fire behind the ice.
"Come along, Quinn." Mrs. Samuels ordered.
Emma squeezed Quinn's hand before she let go. Emma hoped that she got to see Quinn again.
Emma made her way downstairs and slid past most of the household staff that were working on the house and the wake for tonight. It was a very busy house. Finally, after some searching, Emma found Carl outside by the fountain in the front yard. She relayed Mrs. Samuels' request and Carl found a limo and driver for her for the night. The limo driver was offered a handsome bonus if he could take Emma to her house and make it look like an accident. Carl made sure the limo driver knew just how much of a bonus he would receive.
The driver took Emma to her house. Upon seeing her house, she flew out of the limo and ran inside and ran right smack dab into her father.
"I know who killed them." She said and told her dad everything she suspected and found out while staying at the Samuels' house. Her dad called the police station and they picked up Mark for questioning and later, picked up Vix.
While waiting on the warrant to search Mark's home and businesses, the police working the case told Mark about Mr. Samuel's legal documents granting James partnership in his business. One of the officers gave the disbelieving Mark a copy of the document and Mark just sat there in stunned silence. There it was, in black and white. What had he done? He put his face in his hands and started crying. He told the police everything.
Emma went outside and released the limo driver for the remainder of the night. She told him that her dad was at home ill, so she would be unable to attend Mr. Samuel's wake after all. She thanked him and paid him a four thousand dollar tip. She knew that was the going rate of her death, which she found out about from Carl. Carl told her everything because she had been like family to the Samuels and he was grateful of her care for Quinn these past few days. The limo driver just nodded, thanked Emma, told her that he would prepare a lie on her behalf, and left. Emma and her dad headed downtown, in the direction of the hotel, which was holding the wake of her best friend's father.
This hotel, like all others after 2020, had what people called a "judgment" room. If you were caught committing a crime, you were placed in this room. The room was made up of solid glass doors and walls, at least that's how it appeared on the outside of the room. On the inside of the room, there was dark red wallpaper that stopped halfway down each side of the wall. The other lower half of the wall was finished with maple, down to the floor. The room had hardwood floors and several different T-junctions. It was a big room with lots of corners and junctions made for running. There were also decorative lamps on the walls, not really for lighting, just for show. The room's lighting was a bit dark, almost if a fireplace lighted the room. That made the running a bit more challenging. There were also objects in the hallways of the "judgment" room like benches, small tables, small couches, plants, and art.
Outside of the hotel, on the streets, were touch screen signs. Now, each of these touch screen signs had a list of punishments and the prices listed next to each punishment offered. People would swipe their credit cards, once they had received an alert on their phone about someone being held in the judgment room - you could be on a mailing list, and then pay for the punishment they felt fit the crime. For example, a successful lawyer may pay $1,000.00 for the punishment of a pack of hungry, ravenous wolves to chase the prisoner and eat them alive. The lawyer might have picked that punishment because the lawyer thought that fit the crime of the prisoner's which was embezzling from the federal programs set up to help the poor, or it could be because the lawyer had a bad day at work and wanted amusement. Sometimes, the prisoners lived but most died. It was up to the crowd to decide the punishment and fate of that prisoner. What often transpired was that the person with the biggest wallet had control over the life and death of the prisoner.
An angry mob had formed outside of the hotel by the touch screen signs. Emma knew this was bad. If a mob had control of the punishment, it was going to get very ugly, and very quickly. The mob had already made Vix suffer by buying a floor replacement - with needles - as well as paying for him to be tied to a chair after a while of walking on the "floor" and being eaten alive by carnivorous ants. The last purchase was courtesy of Mrs. Samuels. To Emma's horror, she saw that James' Uncle Mark was up next.
Mrs. Samuels was at the wake, accompanied by her good "friend" Jackson. He told everyone that Mark was the one to blame for Mr. Samuels' murder and that they should pick the worst possible punishment for him. Mark just stood in the room, his eyes red and swollen from crying. The crowd decided that Mark's punishment to fit the crime was to be buried alive. Jackson bought this punishment for almost $500,000.00 to make sure that the way Mark was buried that his death would last for days and be broadcasted for all of those to see. Mark was trapped in a silent scream as he was placed into the transparent prison in which he would die. Emma's dad shoved his way through the crowd trying to reach the signs to enter his override code, but could not reach the sign in time. The staff buried Mark under the "judgment" room with a live feed that would be broadcasted live. Emma's dad was furious that this happened before he had gotten here to control it. He knew that Jackson was Mrs. Samuels' lover and had been for years. He thought the woman incapable of love, so he wasn't sure what she was using Jackson for, just yet. There was nothing more they could do here, so they made their way into the hotel to reach the wake.
Emma got there just as Mrs. Samuels turned to give a toast to her late husband. Emma interrupted her.
"Stop! SHE'S the killer!" Emma shouted and pointed to Mrs. Samuels, and Emma continued, "She hired men to kill James and me! She was also involved in orchestrating her late husband's murder to prevent him from signing his amusement park over to James! She just wanted the money and you've just let her kill TWO MORE PEOPLE!"
The crowd in the ballroom turned to Emma in shock and then turned to Mrs. Samuels who smiled a slow, evil smile.
"Prove it." She hissed.
Quinn stepped forward.
"She doesn't have to, I have the proof right here. Daddy thought this might happen and wrote a letter to write you out of the will. I am the sole heir."
Quinn passed the letter to Emma's father who nodded after reading it.
"It's all here and completely legal and binding." He said.
Mrs. Samuels' smile froze and disappeared. She snatched the letter away from Emma's father and went pale.
Jackson lunged forward with his gun drawn and aimed at Emma when Emma's dad had already pulled the trigger on his gun, shooting Jackson right between the eyes before Jackson had a chance to react.
Jackson dropped to the floor, dead.
The crowd screamed and dispersed. Mrs. Samuels went for Quinn.
The next few events happened as if in slow motion.
Quinn, seeing her mother cross the room towards her, removed the purple and silver stripped yellow jacket from her face. She kissed the top of it and threw it at her mother. The yellow jacket flew true, striking Mrs. Samuels between the eyes. The needle pierced her skin and she fell, with the yellow jacket's needle, like a stinger, embedded into her forehead. The yellow jacket body charm had been laced with poison that would kill an adult in a few seconds, and that's all it took to kill Mrs. Samuels. Her cold eyes went glossy and rolled to the back of her head.
Quinn could only let one tear escape for her mother. That's all she could give.
Emma went over and gave her a hug. Emma's dad crossed the ballroom to both of them and gave them a fierce hug, while moving them away from the bodies growing cold on the dance floor.
Emma looked at Quinn and said, "I don't know about you Quinn, but I think that was the event of the year, how about you?"
Quinn gave her a smile and said, "You were right - it did get worse before it got better ... but it will get a lot better now."
Thursday, January 24, 2013
The Cyclones
It all started in a small town. I lived on the edge of town with my grandparents. My house was a lovely two story house, with a badge siding. The shutters around the windows were a rusted red color. The house was rectangular in shape and wider horizontally than vertically. The bottom porch was a finished red wood which was painted the rusted red color to match the shutters and wrapped around the bottom part of the house. The living room had clear, double glass doors that led out to the porch. Additionally, the porch was screened in with a glass storm door that was outside of the front door.
In my narrow kitchen, I was sitting down to eat with my grandparents, my friend Paul, my friend David, and David's pug. My sister joined us along with my brother. My youngest sister was at work. I was arguing with my brother about a Futurama themed Adventure Time when we looked to the left of the wall. The wall used some kind of video game logic. when there was a threat of some sort, the wall would become see through, so that we could prepare for the threat. I looked up and the wall was gone, revealing a very wide and scary tornado.
The tornado was about five miles in width, darkish brown in color, and very, very terrifying. What was even more terrifying was the realization that we did not have a basement. My grandfather rushed outside to the porch, where the tornado's wind was already picking up and secured the storm door that was opening and closing with the wind. He inserted a key to the door which brought up a computer program, using the door and a screen. He input some numbers and his code. A voice thanked him and he ran back inside, securing the second door. He yelled at all of us to get down under the table and to hold on.
I grabbed David's pug with one arm and grabbed the table leg with the other. Then, the tornado hit and everything seemed to slow down and happen in slow motion. All of us were anchored down by grabbing onto the table but there was still enough force to lift all of our bodies off of the ground. My grandfather shouted at us not to let go for anything. The fact that my body was suspended in the air while holding a pug was quite difficult.
David glanced over at me holding the small, scared dog. The computer program was working as designed though, the house was still in tact. Finally, we were being lowered back down and the tornado made its way back into the clouds. My grandfather asked if everyone was all right. I nodded and told him that I was going to take a walk to check on our neighbors. He agreed with me and proceeded to help my grandmother back into her chair. I entered a code on the storm door and it released, leaving me free and out of the house.
I walked about a quarter of a mile, looking at all of the damage done to the houses whose families did not pay extra to the federation for the storm door. When you were living on a planet like this one, the storm door was well worth the investment. I had almost made it to the railroad bridge before I saw them. As I turned around and looked, there were three water cyclones that had formed in the lake a little further down the street from me but they were heading my way and quickly. There wasn't enough time to get to the bridge for cover. The cyclones were getting closer, passing over cars in the road, sucking up up, and spitting them out like candies.
Three cyclones, I thought, I'm not going to get to say goodbye to my family because of three cyclones. Then, it's as if they passed through me. The cyclones left everything in black and white that they destroyed. I died. It was quick.
As I lay there dead, my body started flashing red, in contrast to the black and white environment. The next thing I know, I'm sitting at the long dinner table with my family, playing cards. I see that both of my wrists have these weird black metallic cuffs that have wires hooked up to some sort of battery. My brother noticed the light (or life)in my eyes and explained that the three cyclones had killed me and most of the town. He was able to bring me back but told me that my life came with a price. I had such severe brain trauma and damage from the cyclones since I faced them head on and without any kind of shelter or shield, that I would never again be able to make my own decisions again.
He demonstrated this by pressing one of the many buttons on the battery and I played a card. He told me that the fashion cuffs were the receivers for the commands. Finally, he looked me in the eyes and apologized for doing this to me but he just couldn't let me go. I pressed a button on the battery that let me hug him and I said, "let's play some cards."
In my narrow kitchen, I was sitting down to eat with my grandparents, my friend Paul, my friend David, and David's pug. My sister joined us along with my brother. My youngest sister was at work. I was arguing with my brother about a Futurama themed Adventure Time when we looked to the left of the wall. The wall used some kind of video game logic. when there was a threat of some sort, the wall would become see through, so that we could prepare for the threat. I looked up and the wall was gone, revealing a very wide and scary tornado.
The tornado was about five miles in width, darkish brown in color, and very, very terrifying. What was even more terrifying was the realization that we did not have a basement. My grandfather rushed outside to the porch, where the tornado's wind was already picking up and secured the storm door that was opening and closing with the wind. He inserted a key to the door which brought up a computer program, using the door and a screen. He input some numbers and his code. A voice thanked him and he ran back inside, securing the second door. He yelled at all of us to get down under the table and to hold on.
I grabbed David's pug with one arm and grabbed the table leg with the other. Then, the tornado hit and everything seemed to slow down and happen in slow motion. All of us were anchored down by grabbing onto the table but there was still enough force to lift all of our bodies off of the ground. My grandfather shouted at us not to let go for anything. The fact that my body was suspended in the air while holding a pug was quite difficult.
David glanced over at me holding the small, scared dog. The computer program was working as designed though, the house was still in tact. Finally, we were being lowered back down and the tornado made its way back into the clouds. My grandfather asked if everyone was all right. I nodded and told him that I was going to take a walk to check on our neighbors. He agreed with me and proceeded to help my grandmother back into her chair. I entered a code on the storm door and it released, leaving me free and out of the house.
I walked about a quarter of a mile, looking at all of the damage done to the houses whose families did not pay extra to the federation for the storm door. When you were living on a planet like this one, the storm door was well worth the investment. I had almost made it to the railroad bridge before I saw them. As I turned around and looked, there were three water cyclones that had formed in the lake a little further down the street from me but they were heading my way and quickly. There wasn't enough time to get to the bridge for cover. The cyclones were getting closer, passing over cars in the road, sucking up up, and spitting them out like candies.
Three cyclones, I thought, I'm not going to get to say goodbye to my family because of three cyclones. Then, it's as if they passed through me. The cyclones left everything in black and white that they destroyed. I died. It was quick.
As I lay there dead, my body started flashing red, in contrast to the black and white environment. The next thing I know, I'm sitting at the long dinner table with my family, playing cards. I see that both of my wrists have these weird black metallic cuffs that have wires hooked up to some sort of battery. My brother noticed the light (or life)in my eyes and explained that the three cyclones had killed me and most of the town. He was able to bring me back but told me that my life came with a price. I had such severe brain trauma and damage from the cyclones since I faced them head on and without any kind of shelter or shield, that I would never again be able to make my own decisions again.
He demonstrated this by pressing one of the many buttons on the battery and I played a card. He told me that the fashion cuffs were the receivers for the commands. Finally, he looked me in the eyes and apologized for doing this to me but he just couldn't let me go. I pressed a button on the battery that let me hug him and I said, "let's play some cards."
Friday, January 18, 2013
Random Murder Story
I was sinking faster and faster into the memories, which strived to hold me down. I imprisoned myself with these torturous thoughts...and I couldn't let go of them. I knew that I had to forget about them...to push them out of my mind, but I couldn't let go. I couldn't. I tried and tried day after day, but they still remained. I couldn't escape the past...I had killed her. I was the one that did it. No one knew that I had pushed her down the stairs...except for Jennifer. She knew. I had almost stopped her forever, until my mother walked in. Sure, I had rendered her unconscious and she was in my basement now, but she would come to soon. I had to decide what I was going to do with her. If I let her live, she would be sure to tell the cops that it was me who killed my sister...that it wasn't an "accident." She would tell them that I also tried to kill her, and I would be behind bars forever. I couldn't let that happen. I had to do something...
So I sat there and played on the computer...hiding from my mother and the rest of my family. Thank god my house was a large one...so that no one could hear the screams coming from the basement. I just sat there and let the thoughts run through my head.
I awoke to find myself on a hard brick floor, with one barred window. I had bruises all over my body, and it was a real struggle to get up. I peered at the window to see if there was a way that I could get out of it...but it was no use. It wasn't big enough even for a cat to fit through. I looked down at my tattered and torn clothes...and brushed the dirt off of them. I didn't know what to do or where to go...I knew that I was locked in here. I was determined not to die down here and I was going to do all that I could to get out. If I was going to die, I was going to die trying.
I walked up the stairs to the door. I tried the knob, and just as I thought, it was locked.
I sat on the stairs and sighed in despair. What was I going to do? I knew he was upstairs plotting to kill me, I KNEW he was going to dispose of me...it was too dangerous for him not to. I knew too much.
Just as I was thinking of the ways he could torture me, I saw the floor open. A little trap door appeared from out of the floor and a head poked up from it. A tiny girl, who had to be at least 10 years old looked at me with bright eyes.
"Are you trapped like me?"
She asked and looked at me in question.
I was a little taken back, but I replied.
"Yes, I guess I am."
Then, I realized, I was talking to John's sister he murdered just a few days ago that I happened to witness.
"Well, follow me if you ever want to leave this house."
She said and then disappeared underneath the floor. I followed her. It was dark and brackish, but the tunnel led out of the house and into the cemetery behind it.
"Please, don't ever come back. John will be looking for you, and you don't want him to find you. Get as far away from here as you can. Take this."
She handed me a necklace and then disappeared. I placed the necklace in my pocket and starting running blindly through the woods. She was right, he would be looking for me.
I finally decided how I was going to kill her...I had taken the rope from the attic and the knife...she was going to pay...she was going to be silent forever...if I had anything to say about it. I opened the door and went into the basement...and looked around. She was no where to be found. I called her name out and looked around. She wasn't there. Where could she have gone? The window was still barred, she couldn't have gone out through that way...so where in the hell was she? My anger arose and I punched a hole in the wall.
I'm going to get that little bitch, I thought to myself, and she will be sorry.
So I sat there and played on the computer...hiding from my mother and the rest of my family. Thank god my house was a large one...so that no one could hear the screams coming from the basement. I just sat there and let the thoughts run through my head.
I awoke to find myself on a hard brick floor, with one barred window. I had bruises all over my body, and it was a real struggle to get up. I peered at the window to see if there was a way that I could get out of it...but it was no use. It wasn't big enough even for a cat to fit through. I looked down at my tattered and torn clothes...and brushed the dirt off of them. I didn't know what to do or where to go...I knew that I was locked in here. I was determined not to die down here and I was going to do all that I could to get out. If I was going to die, I was going to die trying.
I walked up the stairs to the door. I tried the knob, and just as I thought, it was locked.
I sat on the stairs and sighed in despair. What was I going to do? I knew he was upstairs plotting to kill me, I KNEW he was going to dispose of me...it was too dangerous for him not to. I knew too much.
Just as I was thinking of the ways he could torture me, I saw the floor open. A little trap door appeared from out of the floor and a head poked up from it. A tiny girl, who had to be at least 10 years old looked at me with bright eyes.
"Are you trapped like me?"
She asked and looked at me in question.
I was a little taken back, but I replied.
"Yes, I guess I am."
Then, I realized, I was talking to John's sister he murdered just a few days ago that I happened to witness.
"Well, follow me if you ever want to leave this house."
She said and then disappeared underneath the floor. I followed her. It was dark and brackish, but the tunnel led out of the house and into the cemetery behind it.
"Please, don't ever come back. John will be looking for you, and you don't want him to find you. Get as far away from here as you can. Take this."
She handed me a necklace and then disappeared. I placed the necklace in my pocket and starting running blindly through the woods. She was right, he would be looking for me.
I finally decided how I was going to kill her...I had taken the rope from the attic and the knife...she was going to pay...she was going to be silent forever...if I had anything to say about it. I opened the door and went into the basement...and looked around. She was no where to be found. I called her name out and looked around. She wasn't there. Where could she have gone? The window was still barred, she couldn't have gone out through that way...so where in the hell was she? My anger arose and I punched a hole in the wall.
I'm going to get that little bitch, I thought to myself, and she will be sorry.
The Doctor Who Dream
I had a dream that Amy Pond was pregnant and the doctors were trying to keep her locked away in the hospital until she was ready to deliver. She managed to sneak past the nurses enough to get to the fire exit, but the alarm sounded on the door while she opened it. Dr. Saunders (from Dollhouse) ran after her, yelling at her nursing staff to run after her as if their lives depended on it.
Amy ran outside, outrunning the hospital staff while heavily pregnant somehow, and ran into a giant space worm. The space worm was tall in height, red in hue, and had prickly cacti like features running up and down its sides. In the middle of the space worm was a vortex, kind of like a black hole. No one knew where it went. The worm had large teeth and Amy estimated it was about ten stories tall.
Before she could do anything, Amy was sucked into this black hole vortex, while The Doctor was trying to run to her to save her. He thought she was lost so he ran back to the TARDIS to get some kind of retrieval mechanism.
Then, Doctors 4 through 8 appeared with their different companions, and were about to extinguish the worm when a bright, yellow, regenerative type light came out of the vortex. Then, Amy just walked out of the vortex while the worm shriveled and died behind her. The bright, yellow light shined around Amy and then was gone.
The Fourth Doctor looked at her and said, "well, that's our cue to go." After they all disappeared, the 11th Doctor reappeared with some kind of timey wimey looking weapon, stunned to find Amy there, unharmed, and the worm gone. As they found out later, the baby Amy was carrying had special powers and could save Amy from almost anything. The baby wasn't just Time Lord, it was Time Lord plus something even more powerful.
Amy ran outside, outrunning the hospital staff while heavily pregnant somehow, and ran into a giant space worm. The space worm was tall in height, red in hue, and had prickly cacti like features running up and down its sides. In the middle of the space worm was a vortex, kind of like a black hole. No one knew where it went. The worm had large teeth and Amy estimated it was about ten stories tall.
Before she could do anything, Amy was sucked into this black hole vortex, while The Doctor was trying to run to her to save her. He thought she was lost so he ran back to the TARDIS to get some kind of retrieval mechanism.
Then, Doctors 4 through 8 appeared with their different companions, and were about to extinguish the worm when a bright, yellow, regenerative type light came out of the vortex. Then, Amy just walked out of the vortex while the worm shriveled and died behind her. The bright, yellow light shined around Amy and then was gone.
The Fourth Doctor looked at her and said, "well, that's our cue to go." After they all disappeared, the 11th Doctor reappeared with some kind of timey wimey looking weapon, stunned to find Amy there, unharmed, and the worm gone. As they found out later, the baby Amy was carrying had special powers and could save Amy from almost anything. The baby wasn't just Time Lord, it was Time Lord plus something even more powerful.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
The Daughter Snatcher
My husband and I were so excited when the contractions started, or maybe I should say that I was excited after the pain had passed. I've felt worse pain, so this didn't really bother me. We got to the hospital but my doctor was nowhere to be found. Instead, Dr. Carriage informed me that he was filling in for my doctor who was called away for a family emergency. I was a little apprehensive but I was offered no other choice.
Later that night, I gave birth to a little girl. She was tiny and red with a head full of brown hair. The doctor took her from me and my husband after we held her because he said she was having some problems. We grew concerned and my husband asked, "what kind of problems."
The doctor wasn't very forthcoming. Eventually, he told us that she was having breathing problems, her tongue was purple. We found that odd since she seemed to be fine while we were holding her. I asked him if I could try to feed her and the doctor said that he would need to put in a feeding tube. Something in my brain went off - a small alert. This isn't right, I remembered thinking, something's off.
And, how right I was.
I asked about feeding her again and he repeated what he said before about the feeding tube. I then asked him to go ahead and place it because I didn't want her to starve to death. He told me that he couldn't place the tube because she was dying. I didn't believe him at that point. She was healthy when my husband and I took turns holding her. I told him that he was a liar and that I wanted to see my baby. He cut my IV and told me nastily that I would see how pain feels because he wasn't going to give me any more medication.
At that point, pain medicine be damned, I was determined to see my daughter. Nothing was going to stop me, so I rose from my bed, an hour after giving birth, and walked up to this guy and looked him the eyes. My husband called in security and told them he was calling the police on this doctor, because he wouldn't help our child and because he was threatening me. The security guard made me get back in bed and detained the doctor for further questioning and another doctor was assigned to us.
The police came and arrested Dr. Carriage. That wasn't his real name. The new doctor came in and she explained everything to us and gave me my pain medicine back, although I wasn't concerned about my pain at the moment. All I wanted was my daughter. My husband went and got her and gave her to me. She was fine. No feeding tube was needed.
Apparently, Dr. Carriage had moved around the US picking women with long, complicated medical histories to target. He would tell them their child was dying or dead and that they couldn't see their child, then, take the child home for his wife to raise. They had done this successfully six times. His wife couldn't have children. My daughter was going to be the latest in a long line of kidnappings. This doctor showed no remorse. He told the police that he would do it again because he'd do anything for his wife. I asked about the children and the police officer said that someone was in the process of finding their birth parents and returning them home.
My husband grabbed my hand. I held our daughter while he held me, and we were happy.
Later that night, I gave birth to a little girl. She was tiny and red with a head full of brown hair. The doctor took her from me and my husband after we held her because he said she was having some problems. We grew concerned and my husband asked, "what kind of problems."
The doctor wasn't very forthcoming. Eventually, he told us that she was having breathing problems, her tongue was purple. We found that odd since she seemed to be fine while we were holding her. I asked him if I could try to feed her and the doctor said that he would need to put in a feeding tube. Something in my brain went off - a small alert. This isn't right, I remembered thinking, something's off.
And, how right I was.
I asked about feeding her again and he repeated what he said before about the feeding tube. I then asked him to go ahead and place it because I didn't want her to starve to death. He told me that he couldn't place the tube because she was dying. I didn't believe him at that point. She was healthy when my husband and I took turns holding her. I told him that he was a liar and that I wanted to see my baby. He cut my IV and told me nastily that I would see how pain feels because he wasn't going to give me any more medication.
At that point, pain medicine be damned, I was determined to see my daughter. Nothing was going to stop me, so I rose from my bed, an hour after giving birth, and walked up to this guy and looked him the eyes. My husband called in security and told them he was calling the police on this doctor, because he wouldn't help our child and because he was threatening me. The security guard made me get back in bed and detained the doctor for further questioning and another doctor was assigned to us.
The police came and arrested Dr. Carriage. That wasn't his real name. The new doctor came in and she explained everything to us and gave me my pain medicine back, although I wasn't concerned about my pain at the moment. All I wanted was my daughter. My husband went and got her and gave her to me. She was fine. No feeding tube was needed.
Apparently, Dr. Carriage had moved around the US picking women with long, complicated medical histories to target. He would tell them their child was dying or dead and that they couldn't see their child, then, take the child home for his wife to raise. They had done this successfully six times. His wife couldn't have children. My daughter was going to be the latest in a long line of kidnappings. This doctor showed no remorse. He told the police that he would do it again because he'd do anything for his wife. I asked about the children and the police officer said that someone was in the process of finding their birth parents and returning them home.
My husband grabbed my hand. I held our daughter while he held me, and we were happy.
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