Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 28, 2006 18:05:34 GMT -5
I dedicate this story to Twistedbrain. I know how much you love That Masked Man. Oh, and V for Vendetta can really motivate you.
Twistedbrain looked at him in disgust. “How dare he kidnap me again! It wasn’t as if once were enough!” she thought to herself. She dusted off her sapphire dress and pulled her raven black hair out of her eyes.
It had happened again. The first time the Masked Man had captured her, it had been at the Ball. As a knife was pointed at her throat, he had threatened to kill Twistedbrain in order to gain their valuables. In a flash, he had disappeared from sight, only to appear once or twice after the incident. Then he disappeared for good. Nobody had heard from him in months. Twistedbrain had finally relaxed, relieved that he was now gone for good. But she thought too soon…
The Masked Man finished locking the heavy oak chamber door. He had taken them deep underground to his clandestine home. He turned to face Twistedbrain, the gaze of his dark brown eyes piercing. She looked away, angry and frustrated. The Masked Man’s onyx-black pants rustled as he walked towards her. He paused, thought better of confronting her, and started to move toward the curtain that separated his bedroom from the rest of his house. As he walked away, Twistedbrain took a chance and exclaimed, “Well?! Who are you? What do you want?!”
The Masked Man stopped, turned back to the girl, and grinned evilly, “Why I thought you knew? I took you as a clever girl, but I suppose I guessed wrong. I am who I am, and am not who I am not. I am the smoke in the wind, the shine in your hair, and invisible to all who look. For those that don’t, I am smoke in the wind and the shine in your hair.”
“You talk in riddles. How unwise,” Twistedbrain remarked.
“Quite the contrary, by talking in riddles, I tend to confuse, and by confusing I tend to make others forget,” he explained.
“Forget?”
“For instance, you completely forgot your previous question, what I want. Therefore, I have taken your mind off one question and successfully confused you,” he finished and smirked.
Twistedbrain furrowed her brow, “Well, what is it you want?”
“Money, of course.”
“Money can’t buy you everything, you know,” Twistedbrain advised.
“Yes, but it buys me the things I need. And all that I can’t buy I can steal, and all that I can’t steal, I don’t need,” he concluded.
“So, you’re holding me for ransom, is that it?” Twistedbrain asked with a raised brow.
“Clever girl. Yes, indeed, I am holding you for ransom. Why you, you ask? Because you were only to easy to manipulate last time.”
“You little--!” Twistedbrain yelled as she came for his throat.
“Ah, ah, ah!” the Masked Man said calmly as he easily shoved her to the floor. “You forget who is in control here. If you even try to escape, you’ll find yourself worse than dead. How can you be worse than dead you ask? You don’t want to know.”
Twistedbrain looked up angrily at him. The man who had kidnapped her. Twice. He was in for it. He really was. Her friends would come around and help her escape. He’d see…. He’d see… then he’d be sorry.
The Masked Man took off his black-bat-like mask and gently cleaned it off. He looked in his antique mirror and sighed. Through age, the mirror had rusted a copper-green around the edges and had warped the glass of the mirror. He put the mask securely on his face, then went to go find Twistedbrain.
Twistedbrain had been looking around the Masked Man’s house in the meantime. She hoped that by doing so she could find an exit, but to no avail. She had tried to unlock the code to the main door, but had no success. She finally accepted the fact that she was captured, and there was nothing she could do about it.
The Masked Man pushed aside the crimson curtain, spying on Twistedbrain. She wanted to leave, no doubt that was obvious, but he knew that she could never leave. Not without his permission of course, and that would NEVER happen.
He pushed the scarlet curtain away and glided over to where Twistedbrain was standing. “Trying to find a way out, are you?”
“Duh!” Twistedbrain looked at him incredulously.
Ignoring her, The Masked Man turned away towards the kitchen, “Would you like a snack? You are probably hungry from the journey…”
He walked over to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and began to prepare a meal. Twistedbrain looked on with awe. He was an amazing cook. His sword skills were evident in the way he cut the vegetables and prepared them.
“Where did you learn to prepare food like that?” Twistedbrain asked.
“Learned it a little here, a little there,” he said ambiguously. He concentrated hard as he flipped the vegetables in the pan with flair.
Twistedbrain couldn’t help but smile, but she remembered her position and why she was there. Immediately she wiped the smile off her face.
She thought to herself, "What was the mystery behind the Masked Man? Why had he decided on a life of crime? Who was he really?"
“So…” Twistedbrain began the conversation. “Since I am going to be here for a while, you might as well explain to me what will happen.”
“First,” the Masked Man began as he slid the vegetables onto the two plates. “your friends will get the ransom note. Then they reply with a huge bag of valuables, then I release you. Simple as that.”
He placed the prepared plate in front of Twistedbrain. She looked at the plate, amazed at the beautiful layout of the vegetables. Maybe there was something to him besides being a criminal after all...
“What’s the point in stealing? You could do so much more with your talents! You could be a cook, what with your skills!” Twistedbrain exclaimed.
The Masked Man looked down, and sadly replied, “It wasn’t meant to be…” He looked up at Twistedbrain, took his plate, and walked into his bedroom, leaving Twistedbrain to mull over what he had said.
Weeks passed, and there was still no sign that Twistedbrain's friends had received the ransom note. "Perhaps they have forgotten about me... Perhaps they don't care anymore..." she lamented. As the weeks passed, Twistedbrain began to appreciate the Masked Man's talents more and more. Little did she realize that the Masked Man had already fallen in love with her...
TO BE CONTINUED? (depends on what everybody thinks)
Maskedbrain
Twistedbrain looked at him in disgust. “How dare he kidnap me again! It wasn’t as if once were enough!” she thought to herself. She dusted off her sapphire dress and pulled her raven black hair out of her eyes.
It had happened again. The first time the Masked Man had captured her, it had been at the Ball. As a knife was pointed at her throat, he had threatened to kill Twistedbrain in order to gain their valuables. In a flash, he had disappeared from sight, only to appear once or twice after the incident. Then he disappeared for good. Nobody had heard from him in months. Twistedbrain had finally relaxed, relieved that he was now gone for good. But she thought too soon…
The Masked Man finished locking the heavy oak chamber door. He had taken them deep underground to his clandestine home. He turned to face Twistedbrain, the gaze of his dark brown eyes piercing. She looked away, angry and frustrated. The Masked Man’s onyx-black pants rustled as he walked towards her. He paused, thought better of confronting her, and started to move toward the curtain that separated his bedroom from the rest of his house. As he walked away, Twistedbrain took a chance and exclaimed, “Well?! Who are you? What do you want?!”
The Masked Man stopped, turned back to the girl, and grinned evilly, “Why I thought you knew? I took you as a clever girl, but I suppose I guessed wrong. I am who I am, and am not who I am not. I am the smoke in the wind, the shine in your hair, and invisible to all who look. For those that don’t, I am smoke in the wind and the shine in your hair.”
“You talk in riddles. How unwise,” Twistedbrain remarked.
“Quite the contrary, by talking in riddles, I tend to confuse, and by confusing I tend to make others forget,” he explained.
“Forget?”
“For instance, you completely forgot your previous question, what I want. Therefore, I have taken your mind off one question and successfully confused you,” he finished and smirked.
Twistedbrain furrowed her brow, “Well, what is it you want?”
“Money, of course.”
“Money can’t buy you everything, you know,” Twistedbrain advised.
“Yes, but it buys me the things I need. And all that I can’t buy I can steal, and all that I can’t steal, I don’t need,” he concluded.
“So, you’re holding me for ransom, is that it?” Twistedbrain asked with a raised brow.
“Clever girl. Yes, indeed, I am holding you for ransom. Why you, you ask? Because you were only to easy to manipulate last time.”
“You little--!” Twistedbrain yelled as she came for his throat.
“Ah, ah, ah!” the Masked Man said calmly as he easily shoved her to the floor. “You forget who is in control here. If you even try to escape, you’ll find yourself worse than dead. How can you be worse than dead you ask? You don’t want to know.”
Twistedbrain looked up angrily at him. The man who had kidnapped her. Twice. He was in for it. He really was. Her friends would come around and help her escape. He’d see…. He’d see… then he’d be sorry.
The Masked Man took off his black-bat-like mask and gently cleaned it off. He looked in his antique mirror and sighed. Through age, the mirror had rusted a copper-green around the edges and had warped the glass of the mirror. He put the mask securely on his face, then went to go find Twistedbrain.
Twistedbrain had been looking around the Masked Man’s house in the meantime. She hoped that by doing so she could find an exit, but to no avail. She had tried to unlock the code to the main door, but had no success. She finally accepted the fact that she was captured, and there was nothing she could do about it.
The Masked Man pushed aside the crimson curtain, spying on Twistedbrain. She wanted to leave, no doubt that was obvious, but he knew that she could never leave. Not without his permission of course, and that would NEVER happen.
He pushed the scarlet curtain away and glided over to where Twistedbrain was standing. “Trying to find a way out, are you?”
“Duh!” Twistedbrain looked at him incredulously.
Ignoring her, The Masked Man turned away towards the kitchen, “Would you like a snack? You are probably hungry from the journey…”
He walked over to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and began to prepare a meal. Twistedbrain looked on with awe. He was an amazing cook. His sword skills were evident in the way he cut the vegetables and prepared them.
“Where did you learn to prepare food like that?” Twistedbrain asked.
“Learned it a little here, a little there,” he said ambiguously. He concentrated hard as he flipped the vegetables in the pan with flair.
Twistedbrain couldn’t help but smile, but she remembered her position and why she was there. Immediately she wiped the smile off her face.
She thought to herself, "What was the mystery behind the Masked Man? Why had he decided on a life of crime? Who was he really?"
“So…” Twistedbrain began the conversation. “Since I am going to be here for a while, you might as well explain to me what will happen.”
“First,” the Masked Man began as he slid the vegetables onto the two plates. “your friends will get the ransom note. Then they reply with a huge bag of valuables, then I release you. Simple as that.”
He placed the prepared plate in front of Twistedbrain. She looked at the plate, amazed at the beautiful layout of the vegetables. Maybe there was something to him besides being a criminal after all...
“What’s the point in stealing? You could do so much more with your talents! You could be a cook, what with your skills!” Twistedbrain exclaimed.
The Masked Man looked down, and sadly replied, “It wasn’t meant to be…” He looked up at Twistedbrain, took his plate, and walked into his bedroom, leaving Twistedbrain to mull over what he had said.
Weeks passed, and there was still no sign that Twistedbrain's friends had received the ransom note. "Perhaps they have forgotten about me... Perhaps they don't care anymore..." she lamented. As the weeks passed, Twistedbrain began to appreciate the Masked Man's talents more and more. Little did she realize that the Masked Man had already fallen in love with her...
TO BE CONTINUED? (depends on what everybody thinks)