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Post by champ103 on May 4, 2005 8:51:41 GMT -5
Dupin Says: If you were chosen as a bad person, then don't feel bad, it's a good thing. It means you're a great fanfic writer, the best I could think of. This story is based on Kill Bill, a really good movie which I'm sure most of you have heard of. This is just a very short prologue kind of thing, Chapter One will come maybe tonight, or tomorrow or something. Enjoy!
Countess “Mecilia” Ashley 24 667 Code Name: Countess Of Death Location: Family Home in Winnipeg
James Berry 19 667 Code Name: Dorian Stringfellow Location: Unknown
PEACH 29 667 Code Name: Peaches Of The Sea Location: Hidden in distant mountains
Sam Boddy 27 667 Code Name: Bsam Location: Unknown, but disguised by witness protection
LUNA AGE UNKNOWN 667 CODE NAME: MADAM LOCATION UNKNOWN
A list on a bedside table, written in scribbled handwriting, in a shade of dark blue. It fluttered slightly from the breeze coming through the small crack in the window. The room was quiet, and life had seemed to left it completely. There was one piece of life in the house-a young woman with horrific images in her mind, but thoughts of revenge were taking over, as she took a gulp of warm coffee. She smiled.
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Post by Charles Vane on May 4, 2005 11:21:53 GMT -5
I am so jealous of whoever gets to be in this, unless I turn up sometime. I really want to be in this story *hinthintbegbeg*
You didn't write much but I'm curious at to who the young woman is and I hope you continue, the premise is interesting.
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Post by odh on May 4, 2005 11:50:33 GMT -5
This is so cool. You already know my opinion on this, Dup', as I told ya' over MSN. Also, 'Location: Unknown'? You know where I live!
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Post by Amber on May 4, 2005 12:01:51 GMT -5
I really like this. You have me intrested, please write more.
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Post by champ103 on May 4, 2005 13:25:49 GMT -5
Dupin Says: Okay, the story of the FFSA's lives are not in any way meant to portray their characters in real lives, it's just the characters in the story. And counting the '_'s in the name won't help you figure out the name of our hero, but it IS a member of 667.
One
It began with a funeral: outside, the sky was full of air, and the ceremony was forced to be taken place inside, a small little hut not to far down the lane from the graveyard, with styled marble pillars and soft chairs. The coffin was lay graciously on a table, the lid shut and a ring of colourful flowers on top. Members sat in rows in front of the small coffin, most of them red-eyed, holding a tissue in their hand. ____ stood forward, as soft music played. She looked down at the coffin, and gave a sob of despair straight away, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was dressed in black-a long, dark gown, which trailed at her feet. What a horrible thing it was to find her baby dead one morning in her cot, paddling in a pool of blood. Ten months was all it had been given to live. Life was snatched away so easily. She had only taken her first few steps, said her first few words, has her first few memories, for everything to go. For her to come to end. For death. _____ had walked in one wintery morning, smiley and happy. She remembered the way the door had creaked, she remembered the tone of her gasp. And she remembered the blood, which was dripping down to the floor. Bright red. She had scramed, and rushed over to the cot. She had lifted her baby out from her cot, and she had cried. For hours, holding her dead baby in her arms. Before she had noticed the small hole in the window, with small cracks all around it. A bullet hole, it would seem. And now, two weeks later, nothing felt better. Life still felt like a pile of crap, and ____ couldn’t see any reason to go on. Investigations on her daughters death had gone nowhere, and they had even started to suspect that ____ herself had done it. At first, she had been arrested, interviewed, and then released after further investigations. But now the authorities weren’t so sure, and we ready to arrest her again. ‘My daughters death stunned me more then I can say,’ she began. There was silence form the guests, who looked back at her with tear-stained eyes. ‘To think, just one morning, just one creak of a door could change my life for the worse. Forever. Nothing can bring her back, whether I have another child or not. Nothing can heal the wound, and sweep up the blood. And whoever was responsible-‘ The door burst open, and heads turned back to see what was going on. ____ looked from her place on the podium, and gasped at what she saw. Five people dressed in black, all wearing black masks that just went over the area around their eyes. ____ stepped down from the stand. ‘If it isn’t the Fan fiction Assassination Squad,’ she said quietly. ‘I thought you had all decided to hang up your coats.’ ‘Not quite,’ one masked woman said, getting out a gun. ___ froze. What were they planning? ‘Why are you here?’ ___ growled. ‘What do you want from me?’ One woman, with dark hair, waving down over her shoulders pulled out a large sharp sword from her belt. Several people, gasped, and slowly lifted themselves from their chairs, and tried to go towards the door. But two of the men from the Fan fiction Assassination Squad blocked the way, holding daggers in their gloved hands. ‘I just simply wanted to pay respect to your daughter,’ she said. ‘Seeing as it’s our fault.’ Everything seemed to freeze. ____’s eyes widened. Her mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. Guests were shuddering in the presence of the squad, although no one had heard what the masked woman had said except for _____. ‘You killed my daughter?’ she wailed, her eyebrows narrowing, her hands moving towards the woman’s throat. There was gunfire, and ____ gave a cry in pain as she fell to the floor. People screamed, and ran helplessly to the door. The two men got their daggers ready, and soon the whole hut was a bloodbath, as daggers were thrust in people’s backs and throats. Friends and family ran for their lives, trying to escape through windows and air vents, running from the five evil people with the masks covering their faces. Few escaped, and felt the breeze of the outside again. ____ watched helplessly, as blood spurted from her leg, running down her leg and making a puddle on the planked floor. She gave a moan-she felt weak. And the massacre in front of her was disturbing and horrifying. Then she saw the woman again, who was making her way towards her. ‘Luna, you killed my daughter,’ ____ muttered. ‘Why do you have to…’ she swooped down, blood coming from her mouth. She watched Luna walk towards the coffin, and shoot the lid, before kicking it out of the way. She grabbed the baby from the coffin-the dead lifeless body, and threw it on the floor. She pointed the metal gun down at the baby’s head, and pulled the trigger. _____ screamed, and then everything went black.
But they were just memories now. ____ was out of hospital, one of the few who had survived, although blood loss had almost stopped that. Luna’s bullet had hid a muscle in her leg, and a year of therapy and surgery had helped her to walk. But she had never completely recovered. She still had nightmares, visions, horrible panic attacks, but as time went by, they occurred less and less. But she was still seeing red. The Fan-Fiction Assassination Squad. What was their motive? ____ used to help them. She loved the thrill, the excitement-the rush of adrenaline. But when she quit to settle down, none of the members had been happy. But there must have been more to it, ____ found herself thinking. To kill everyone she knew and loved? Every member of her family, all her friends, so many members of 667. They had wrecked her life, killed her inside. So now ____ had decided it was time to make things even. By killing every single member who was involved. Making sure that they felt the pain that they had made her feel. A list was upstairs, of the five of them. Countess Ashley: A lonely only child whose parents didn’t care about her. She had quickly ran away and become a member of a gang who only cared about causing trouble. She had quickly been provided a gun, and had been a killer ever since. She killed the gang in the end when she found the Fan-fiction Assassination Squad. James Berry: One of the men who had guarded the doors. He grew up in a family of violence: his father killed his mother when he was just six, and taught him how to kill. James never loved, he never cried. He never had a good excuse for killing. It was like fox hunting: practically a hobby, but soon it was a profession for him. He was paid to help people by getting rid of others, and his father soon got him in for the FFAS. PEACH: The real name of Peach, no one knows, besides her parents, who she killed at the age of fourteen, when they encouraged her into violence. They were in the older generation of FFAS, and wanted her to follow in their footsteps. In seemed a shame that they killed their own parents in childhood. However, FFAS was impressed, and recruited her as their youngest ever member. Sam Boddy: Unlike the others, he never had real parents. He spent his childhood in a home, and set it alight for a dare. A stupid dare, as he was quickly sent to a home for the ‘mentally unhinged’ as they put it, where he spent every night in a barred up cell. But after the arson, he loved the adreniline, and one late afternoon, when his supper was given to him, he killed the man who was giving it to him by hitting him with a metal pole from his bed. He escaped, killing or hurting anyone who got in his way. He quickly found a new home with the FFAS, where they appreciated what he saw as his ‘talent.’ Luna: Her parents were the leaders of the former generation of FFAS, which is why she then took on the role when she died. They prepared her for it: target practise, leaflets, guns, showing her around the headquarters, so by the time she joined, she was a professional. Her first kill was at the age of sixteen, when she was given the mission to kill a girl in her class who was handing out drugs to children aged between six and fourteen. It was quickly done when the girl went to the toilet. Her head was severed, and put on the end of a flagpole. No one ever found any evidence to arrest anyone.
These were the people who needed to be killed. These were the people who would do anything for money. These were the people who would be the victims of _____’s revenge. _____ finished her coffee, and made her way back upstairs again. When she returned, she had put the list in her bag, along with a gun, a map, a book in case she found herself board, a small packet of bullets, and a chain necklace that she had bought her daughter after she had been bought. A Kantana Sword was attached to her belt, but was easy to pull out in case of battle. And with that ____ left her house, not even bothering about closing the door behind her. First stop, 121 Wickson Way, where the evil Countess Ashley was now living.
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Post by Antenora on May 4, 2005 15:43:19 GMT -5
This looks good, judging from what you have so far. Will we find out who "____" is soon, or will that not be revealed until the end?
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Post by PJ on May 4, 2005 18:28:21 GMT -5
This looks good, judging from what you have so far. Will we find out who "____" is soon, or will that not be revealed until the end? If he follows the movie, then only near the end. I'm hoping for some clues though. And I'm applying for random person, if you need one. I do fencing, see. Perhaps you can intrigate that somehow, if you need a random-bodyguard/assasin. Good story.
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Post by Michael on May 5, 2005 1:50:29 GMT -5
Can I be the person who plays piano? I can play piano, you see Nice story....who's _____? And movie?
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Post by PJ on May 5, 2005 3:30:44 GMT -5
Nice story....who's _____? Like he's just gonna tell you. Yeah, Kill Bill movie. Rather bloody. I don't suggest you watch it until your older, Michael.
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Post by Amber on May 5, 2005 7:38:58 GMT -5
Yeah, Kill Bill movie. Rather bloody. I don't suggest you watch it until your older, Michael. I bought that, just haven't got around to watching it. Surprised I was allowed to buy it actually. I really like this. Didn't someone (Luna/Mecila?) wite this ASOUE-esque?
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Post by champ103 on May 5, 2005 8:28:15 GMT -5
Avanti Grind House, it was so cool.
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Post by Celinra on May 5, 2005 8:46:32 GMT -5
I think I should be in this as a random assistant/bodyguard type person. Especially since this picture of me was inspired by Gogo Yubari. Unless you don't want to, for some reason. Whatever. Good story, I like it so far! ^_^
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Post by Dante on May 5, 2005 10:25:25 GMT -5
I haven't seen the films, so I haven't a clue where this is going. Well, save that there'll be lots of violence.
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Post by champ103 on May 5, 2005 10:32:14 GMT -5
Dupin Says: I hope the flashbacks don't confuse you. Real life and flashbacks are seperated by a '*' most times I think, if not all times. Please enjoy, there IS violence in this scene.
Two
By the time the police had arrived, it was too late for them to even catch a glimpse of the Fan Fiction Assassination Squad. They had left the second they knew it was okay to go, they casually walked along the streets, not a drop of blood on them. They had hopped into their luxurious Alfa Romao Spider, and quickly drove away. No one followed, no one suspected anything. One of the survivors quickly went the police station near by. She was wearing a black skirt and t-shirt that now had a slimy red coating. ‘Massacre…blood everywhere…’ she had whined, tears running from her eyes, stumbling and shaking. The police had quickly sat her down, and she explained where and what had happened. Ambulances were called, sirens roared down the road. And they parked outside the little hut not too far down the lane from the graveyard. The doors were shut-it seemed the FFAS had the courtesy to keep the bodies warm, and not let the rain and breeze get in. ‘Holy crap,’ one of the paramedics said. ‘It’s a bloodbath in here.’ ‘One hell a bloodbath at that,’ the other said, and took another further. ‘Quickly, let’s try to save as many as possible.’ *
The total death total was twenty-four. ____ wasn’t there for their funerals, she was in a coma for ten months before she woke up. It took her another few days for her to discover information of the Fan Fiction Assassination Squad, and to decide what she was going to do Ten months and two weeks had been building up to this, and now she was ready. She twisted her car keys, and ignition started. There was a hum as the car prepared to carry her to 121 Wickson Way. ____ switched on the radio. People discussing politics. She turned on her CD instead, and guitars and drums instantly kicked in, building up, filling the car with semitones and chords. ____ smiled, and the car veered back into the road, before she kicked down on the accelerator, and it started moving down the road.
* Two weeks ago, Heathland Hospital, Florida. ____ lay in a gurney, wires and tubes attached to her all around. Her heart movement, her breathes, her pulse were all being measured, as machines beeped all around her. Of course, she didn’t know what was happening. The last she had seen was the tattered body of her daughter shot by Luna, the lead in command of the Fan Fiction Assassination Squad. But for five long months, much medical attention had been taken to her, and much attention world wide to what they called the Holtenhouse Massacre. Flowers were still put by the wooden front doors, moving in the winds. But then she opened her eyes. Ten months of lying flat on a bed, breathing through a tube had come to an end, and she had just woken up, with no idea of what was going on. She gasped, sat up, pulled away the tubes. She started panting, and sweating, crying hysterically, in a state of shock. She fell back against the pillow, and cried. All she could remember was the massacre and the blood. The dead bodies, all that there was left of her family and friends. How long had it been? A day? A week? A month? A year? Or maybe longer? ____ couldn’t bear to think of how long she had been lying there, being fed through a tube, having everything monitored and watched. She wiped her eyes, and sat up. Where were the hospital staff? She needed someone to talk to-half of the wires were still attached to her, but at the loss of a few, she was starting to feel weak. ‘Hello?’ she muttered. She didn’t know who she was talking to, and her voice was hoarse. She pulled away the last few tubes, and pulled away the duvet, before clambering off the gurney. She tripped over, and collapsed on the floor. Oh great. She had forgotten how to walk. She gave a growl. She couldn’t stay cooped up in the hospital room anymore. She had to get out. She started to crawl across the floor, but it was useless. She needed a wheelchair, or a miracle. She needed something to help her out. She escaped to the car park by wheelchair, which she find out in a store cupboard. She pushed herself along the floor. She saw a few people, but no one seemed to suspect anything. Not the aggression on her face, nor the fury in her eyes. As she made her way down the stairs, and along several hallways, she thought. She tried to remember what had happened. Her daughters funeral. Her speech. The Fan Fiction Assassination Sqaud: Countess Ashley, James Berry, Sam Boddy and PEACH. And Luna. The one in charge of it all, who planned the massacre. Who killed her daughter. They all deserved pain: they all deserved to die. And ____ wanted to be the one to cause it all. _____ pushed the wheelchair along. She needed a car now. A good car. She didn’t care who it belonged to particularly, but _____ needed something that she could rely on. She decided on a swift black Jaguar-a car parked neatly in G4. She moved up to the front door, and smashed her fist into it. The glass broke, and blood trickled down her arm. But she didn’t care about the pain anymore. She reached her arm in, and picked up a screwdriver that was perched on the front seat. She quickly fiddled it onto the lock, and it collapsed in her hand. She smiled, and opened up the door. And fell in-she threw herself from the wheelchair, and shifted onto the leather seat. She felt something light in her toes- a tingling sensation. She knew it couldn’t take that long for her to be able to walk and move her feet again. Four hours later, she set off. She found a spare key hidden in a compartment by the wheel, and had quickly left the car park, bumping to a car on the way out. She drove around for half an hour to understand where she was. Her memories of her surroundings were confusing, but then she arrived at a place that she knew too well. The graveyard. She slowly stopped the car by the gates, and hopped out, still dressed in her hospital gown. The fences surrounding the graveyard were black and metal, with spices and the end of each rung from it. Something you wouldn’t want to fall onto. She strode through, her bare feet cold against the soggy grass. The gravestones were scattered around everywhere, so many different names graved on. So many deaths recorded in less then one acre of bumpy ground. And then she saw a very small grave, with a damp teddy bare and a single daisy in front of it. The name engraved on it stunned _____. Her daughter’s grave was just ahead of her. It seemed so small and bare. And before she knew it ____ was back in tears. ‘I thought you’d have the courtesy to get changed before you came,’ a voice said, and ____ looked up from up from the grave to see a man dressed in a long coat, with a hat causing a shadow over his face. Even so, ____ recognized him at once. ‘Phillip,’ she muttered. ‘What are you doing here?’ Phillip smiled. ‘Who were you expecting?’ he asked. ____ shook her head. ‘I wasn’t expecting anyone,’ she explained. ‘Were you expecting me?’ ‘Of course,’ Phillip replied. ‘And you should have been expecting me, had you read the note.’ ‘Note?’ _____ asked. ‘What note?’ ‘The one attached to your heart monitor,’ Phillip growled. ‘The one telling you to meet me here at the graveyard.’ ____ stood up, and took a step towards Phillip. ‘I just came here to…’ ____ said, but stopped in her tracks. Why was she here? Why had she come to the graveyard? She shook her head. ‘It doesn’t matter. What are you here for?’ ‘To stop you, _____,’ Phillip said. ‘Luna sent me here. She wanted me to meet you here. And she wanted me to kill you.’ _____ gasped, and stood back, rocks digging into her foot. She felt blood trickle from the cuts onto the wet grass. Phillip started to undo the buttons on his coat, as he slowly made his way towards _____, who was nervously looking around, hoping for help. As she took steps back, eyes wide with fury at Phillip, she felt something hard on her back. She had hit a wall. There was nowhere to run, and Phillip was coming towards her.
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Post by champ103 on May 5, 2005 10:32:45 GMT -5
chapter two continued
She lashed out with her right foot, suspending it high into the hair. Phillip thought quickly, and grabbed ahold of her ankle, before flinging it behind him, ____ following. She landed heavily on the floor, her hospital gown covered with mud. Above her, the sky was grey and cloudy, and the sun was beginning to set. It started to rain as ____ picked herself up, and rushed towards Phillip. She lifted her foot up again to kick him, but he thought quickly once more, just as _____ thought he might. He reached out to grab it, but ____ swung her leg out the way. She stumbled forward, leaning his head slightly, and she picked up a rock, and threw it towards his skull. It clattered it, and he was sent to the floor in pain. She watched as his face was covered in blood. But he got up again-and out of his pocket, pulled a long sharp knife. He started moving along slowly, starting to circle _____, who was moving swiftly away. He started to follow, and in just a few seconds, _____ had him where she wanted him. She quickly scooped up his coat from where he had left it on the floor, and in just a second, swung it around his neck, grabbed the other end, and pulled tightly, as it tightened on his throat. He gave a whimper as she lifted him up by the coat. His face was turning dark read, his eyes unable to concentrate and his vocal ability just a collision of mumbles. ____ smiled. Phillip hadn’t been part of the massacre-as far as she remembered he was away on holiday at the time. But he hadn’t, and then he would have been there to kill people. He was trying to kill her now. So she wanted him dead. In his last strengths, he slashed the knife through the coat, which snapped. He fell to the floor, and ran off, leaving the knife on the ground my mistake. ____ cursed to herself and swooped it up from the grass and rocks, before perusing him. Her feet were off track-she had only just mastered walking again and yet now she was running around like mad. She stopped by the gates, as Phillip clambered over a tree, which the branches over looked the black metal fences. Did he know that she didn’t have the leg strength to climb up a tree yet? It seemed like he was trying to use her weakness against her. It didn’t surprise her. She quickly looked around for ideas on what to do. He might climb over the branches and jump down onto the pavement. And get away. But if she went there and waited for him, he’d jump back into the graveyard, and run away. And if she did nothing, he’d stay up there, and neither would win or lose. But he’d have to come down at some point. Deciding that every idea was stupid, ____ noticed a weak spot in the branches. She started running away from the gates, and as she had suspected, Phillip started crawling for the branches, trying to reach over the fence to jump down onto the streets to save him. But as he did, ____ aimed, and the knife went flying towards the branch. It whizzed through, and the branch fell, Phillip falling with it. And there was a squelch as he landed-on the spiky fence, one the rails impaled through his chest. He was breathing slowly and steadily-_____ knew that he was not quite dead. But he would be in just minutes-the blood dripping down onto the pavements was a lot already. She walked back to the gates, and onto the pavement. She wanted to see his face for one last time. She wanted to see his pain. When she went round to face him, his eyes were wide open. His face had a new fresh layer of blood, and his body was limp. _____ smiled. ‘I hope you’re happy,’ he snarled. ____ laughed in his face, followed by a load of spit. ‘I’m very happy,’ she replied. ‘But I know Luna won’t be. You’ve failed your job. If you don’t die now, then she’ll kill you when she discovers that I’m still here. And it’ll involve a lot more pain then being impaled by a fence.’ With that, she walked off towards her car, and left. Two minutes later, a pedestrian found Phillip on the fence. He was already dead. *
But that was the past now-Phillip died over two weeks ago, and was getting ready to be buried. It was no interest to ____ what was done to his body. Now she was focusing on her next victim, Countess Ashley “Mecilia”. Her car was still alive with energy as it roared down streets and lanes, through avenues and parks. The music was still pumping loudly from the speakers in the back seats. And ____ was still roaring with anger, her eyes narrowed as she entered Wickson way, looking desperately at the numbers on the houses. House 54, House 55-there was so many, all alike, made of the same brick, each with delicate red tiled wood. ______ drove further down the street. Many people gave her funny looks from the pavements as she drove recklessly along the middle of the road. She wasn’t paying attention anymore. She was just gazing at the numbers: 119, 120. 121 Wickson Way. She had arrived at her destination.
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