Post by duchessofdoom on Jan 29, 2007 19:04:46 GMT -5
This is a story I've been working on. I hope everyone loves it! ;D
Prologue
It was a normal night in Ridgefield, CT. The sky was streaked with stars, the bitter wind blew cold, and the world outside a cozy house was forgotten. Nothing suggested the odd and mysterious things that would happen.
Had anyone been outside they would have seen a dark figure hiding in the shadows of the night and silently progressing towards Veterans Park Elementary School.
The figure was a middle aged woman. She was the average height for a woman in her forties. Her slim figure was shown off in the tight black pinstripe suit she was wearing. Black curls hung at her shoulders. Her black eyes pierced the night.
She looked thoughtfully at the school. Perhaps she had arrived at the wrong destination. No, this was the place. Silver letters proclaimed the name Veterans Park.
It was a fairly small school, yet it looked beautiful. The American flag waved patriotically, as if telling the woman to honor her country even if the middle of the night. A car was in the parking lot. The custodian must have still been there.
The woman staggered through bushes until she arrived at the play ground. She surveyed it, looking for the perfect spot. There was a ladder over by a large swirly slide. Perfect.
She walked towards the ladder. If she put the message in the slide, the girl would have to see it. And the girl had to get the message. The girl had to know she was a volunteer.
“Esme, stop ” A voice called out, startling the woman. She knew that voice. It was oily and icy. Just like the person the voice belonged to.
“No, Baudelaire. I will deliver the message. The new volunteer will find it ” Her words were confident, but the woman’s voice was shaking.
“Give me the message, Esme No one will get hurt if you just give me the message,”
“NO You have made me do terrible things. Not this time,” Her voice was softer now. “I will do this, even if I must die. The organization needs me,”
The voice snorted. “You are ready to die for an organization that has wronged both me and you? The organization you used to destroy? What side are you on, Esme?”
“ The right side, Baudelaire. The side your family died for ” Esme retorted.
The voice grew dangerously quiet. “All right then. If I have to kill you, I will,”
The owner of the voice chose that moment to reveal himself. He jumped down from the slide. A hood hid his face and his body was clothed in black. The only aspect about him that was clear was the rifle in his hand that glinted severely in the moon light.
“Give me the message, Esme,”
“No ”
It was the last word she ever said. The revolver’s bullet sailed through the air and pierced the woman’s heart. The man smiled in grim satisfaction. His work was done. He dragged her body behind him as he walked away. It was a sign of victory to anyone who might be watching.
He did not see the necklace fall out of the woman’s hand and land beside the ladder where she died.
How do you like it? Please respond!
Prologue
It was a normal night in Ridgefield, CT. The sky was streaked with stars, the bitter wind blew cold, and the world outside a cozy house was forgotten. Nothing suggested the odd and mysterious things that would happen.
Had anyone been outside they would have seen a dark figure hiding in the shadows of the night and silently progressing towards Veterans Park Elementary School.
The figure was a middle aged woman. She was the average height for a woman in her forties. Her slim figure was shown off in the tight black pinstripe suit she was wearing. Black curls hung at her shoulders. Her black eyes pierced the night.
She looked thoughtfully at the school. Perhaps she had arrived at the wrong destination. No, this was the place. Silver letters proclaimed the name Veterans Park.
It was a fairly small school, yet it looked beautiful. The American flag waved patriotically, as if telling the woman to honor her country even if the middle of the night. A car was in the parking lot. The custodian must have still been there.
The woman staggered through bushes until she arrived at the play ground. She surveyed it, looking for the perfect spot. There was a ladder over by a large swirly slide. Perfect.
She walked towards the ladder. If she put the message in the slide, the girl would have to see it. And the girl had to get the message. The girl had to know she was a volunteer.
“Esme, stop ” A voice called out, startling the woman. She knew that voice. It was oily and icy. Just like the person the voice belonged to.
“No, Baudelaire. I will deliver the message. The new volunteer will find it ” Her words were confident, but the woman’s voice was shaking.
“Give me the message, Esme No one will get hurt if you just give me the message,”
“NO You have made me do terrible things. Not this time,” Her voice was softer now. “I will do this, even if I must die. The organization needs me,”
The voice snorted. “You are ready to die for an organization that has wronged both me and you? The organization you used to destroy? What side are you on, Esme?”
“ The right side, Baudelaire. The side your family died for ” Esme retorted.
The voice grew dangerously quiet. “All right then. If I have to kill you, I will,”
The owner of the voice chose that moment to reveal himself. He jumped down from the slide. A hood hid his face and his body was clothed in black. The only aspect about him that was clear was the rifle in his hand that glinted severely in the moon light.
“Give me the message, Esme,”
“No ”
It was the last word she ever said. The revolver’s bullet sailed through the air and pierced the woman’s heart. The man smiled in grim satisfaction. His work was done. He dragged her body behind him as he walked away. It was a sign of victory to anyone who might be watching.
He did not see the necklace fall out of the woman’s hand and land beside the ladder where she died.
How do you like it? Please respond!