Post by Sora on Apr 6, 2007 0:51:12 GMT -5
A Tale of 667
667 Hell: All Due Respect’s Revenge
Collaborated on by (in order of storyline):
Alice
P.J.
BSAM
J.
Cybermystery
Rellim
BSAM
A.
P.J.
Edwin
Linda
P.J.
Cybermystery
J.
BSAM
Sora
J.
BSAM
Part 1
Bella sat on her therapist’s couch, tissue clutched in her hands. It was the sort of couch that you would lie down upon had you had a rough day...a light shade of beige. The entire room was a light shade of beige, a calming color with calming furniture.
Or, at least, it was supposed to be.
Her shrink fumbled around the room and finally settled in his chair. After flipping through a few pages in his notebook, he looked up.
“Bella...”
“All Due Respect!” She tore the tissue in half.
“...ADR.” He smiled, scribbling a prescription for an anti-depressant he would later give her to be on the safe side. “How about I call you that, huh? Since you like nicknames and such?”
“Usernames.” Bella declared. “I liked usernames. Before those...” Shivering, she bit her lip. “No, no, I’m not going to use foul language. I’m not going to sink to their filthy...filthy... level...”
“Okay.” Her therapist nodded. “Um, your parents brought you here because you seemed very angry and weren’t doing your schoolwork....And you stabbed your teacher a ballpoint pen. Ah, that would explain why they called me at seven this morning...”
“Look, she shouldn’t have been asking me those questions.” Bella pointed to herself. “I don’t need to deal with that...stuff...right now.”
Her therapist seemed concerned. “Well, what exactly was she asking you?”
“Why I was crying.” She dabbed her eye with a half-piece of tissue. Her therapist debated whether or not to question her further, not knowing if she had the pen with her or if it was still embedded in Mr. Long.
However, after a moment, she started. “Look, doc...
It all seemed to begin
When I tried to log in.
(I couldn’t.)
Then I went to see
What they had done to me.
(They shouldn’t.)
I had been banned!
Fired, displaced, canned...
“Rudeness” was the cause
And, what’s more, there was applause...
They were happy to see me go!
There wasn’t even a way for me to cry ‘no!’
They tossed me away without protest
And now I have to confess...
(Confess)
Banned!
I can’t believe this is where we stand.
After all I did for them
This is nothing short of sin...
(Sin...)
Banned!
They survived only under my command!
They have no idea what they owe me,
But then again they don’t know me...
Banned!
But now I have a plan...
(It’s so simple, doc...)
Tragedy, tragically, thinks he can take my powers away
Retrieve his forum ‘ADR’s fall’
Yet I can make every one of them pay
He gave me his password after all!
And so, for 667 Dark Avenue,
This is farewell
Let’s see how they’ll do
When their heaven turns into hell.
(Hell!)”
“What are you talking about?” Her therapist asked, forgetting himself.
Bella grinned and reached into her pocket. Her therapist shrank into his chair as she pulled out a bloody ballpoint pen.
“Bella...”
“‘All due respect, doc,” She said, standing up and advancing toward him. “But, I’m on a quest for revenge now. And, like in the movies, I can’t have anyone in my way...”
Her therapist ’s screams echoed through the halls.
Of course, that’s common in a mental hospital.
Part 2
She needed a plan. Gigi, she decided would have to be taken care of. In a really nasty and mean, but bizarrely creative way. Like impaling her with a chocolate sword, or repeatedly running over her with a remote control car. That shot acid from a concealed hose! And had sidewinder missiles that fired at the push of a button and – Tragedy! Tragedy too, she realized. She had thought he was nice, but he had demoted her and banned her without warning. She had won the puzzle, after all! In her mind, that meant she was the cleverest person in all of 667, and deserved to be admin in perpetuity! But he, he had taken it all away again! And Gigi, Gigi had set it all off! Both would have to be taken care of, of course, before her master-plan could start. They just had to go. No question about it. Besides, with them gone, it would be far easier to seize control of 667 and turn it into hell on earth.
But who could help her in this dastardly task? No-one would bother helping her destroy a mere internet forum. No-one but her knew how important the little forum was. Well, her, and the 667ers. She truly was no longer one of them, she realized. In her mind, they were them. The enemy. All the 667ers, she realized, were her enemies. It was her and it was them. Bastards (surely, if she only thought the word, it did not count as swearing, right? Swearing was verbal...not mental...still, when she was admin again, she'd see if she could censor mental swearing, as well). It was only her, though. All alone.
She needed a plan.
Her parents were rich. Ludicrously, fabulously, ridiculously rich. The clinic she had just left behind (in flames) was said to be one of the best. And it was in England. She didn’t know what kind of jet she had flown over here in, but it was almost certainly one of those top-secret military ones that have been cobbled together from various bits of technology salvaged from aliens, long lost atlanteans, and advanced races of super-humans which used to live on this earth before some big calamity killed them all off or turned them into dinosaurs.
She figured this because they had arrived earlier in time than when they had actually left. And not in a changing-time-zone-way. In a plutonium-supemegastardrive-lets-reverse-the-polarity kind of way.
And her parents didn’t like her. No-one did, but that was beside the point (she had a theory that it was a medical condition that caused people not to like her. Her psychiatrist had said it was her personality (her former psychiatrist, that is. Had died mysteriously in a session with her. According to Bela he had tripped, and fallen onto some bullets. A metric ton of cash from Bela’s parents had been enough evidence for the judge, however, and it had been deemed incompetence upon the psychiatrist’s part)). They (her parents) had just plonked her in that asylum (which was burning merrily now, despite the best efforts of England’s finest firebrigade) and left her there. If they remembered they had a daughter, they might one day bother showing up, perhaps in order to marry her off to some other rich obnoxious young man, in which case they would be surprised to find her mental asylum little more than a pile of charred ash. They hadn’t bothered reading the letter sent to them informing them of the tragic “demise” of her daughter.
And Bela also had a credit card with a limit so large it defied the laws of physics, logic, and, heck, might as well throw time into that list as well. She was also legally dead, thanks to the roaring tower of inferno that was busily covering the neighborhood in a thin layer of ash.
But she needed more than just money. She was alone. Completely and utterly alone. She had no allies. It was her versus an entire internet forum of highly intelligent and highly attractive people. Because, she reasoned, there had never been quite a case like hers. She had been all but exiled from 667! Sure, the ban had now been lifted, but she couldn’t just return. She’d be the laughing stock of the entire forum! It wouldn’t be the same. They’d all shun her. The problem was, when one was exiled, one didn’t have anyone left. It wasn’t really the forum she was being excluded from, it was the people. She had lost them all. And now, was all alone. Even as admin, people had tolerated her. Somewhat. The jerks.
Then, a thought occurred to her. In the back of her mind, a thought was dancing just beyond view. Something she had just thought…then it hit her. Something from her past at 667. She had been young, and hadn’t been online too frequently but…she realized, she remembered, she had not been the only one to have been exiled from 667.
She marched over to a nearby internet café, threw a bunch of cash into the face of the surprised owner, and quickly logged onto 667, pausing only to set her account to invisible mode, and to reply a few scathing PMs with “No, u” (it goes without saying that these PMs were bedecked with a veritable mosaic of eye-rolling smileys). Then she clicked on Awfully Ancient Archives, and began to read.
ADR was free. Unlimited disposable income, no nasty parents that might grab her back home, official dead to the world and a dastardly plan on her mind. The stage was set for her ultimate revenge of doom, and it had been done in such a way as to allow as much creative license to as many different authors as possible. What will come next, I cannot imagine, but it will no doubt be really, really epic.
Part 3
Whilst browsing through the Archives of 667 she came across the tale of a young man who had been banned many months ago, he was a gothic chap, lived in a strange eastern european country, he seemed a likely ally for what she had planned.
After a few PM exchanges, she made arrangements for an instrumental travel montage.
::Scenes of Bella packing her bags, piloting aircraft, overhead fast travel shots of citys, oceans, forests, mountains, lava pits, the garden of eden, you get the idea...::
Stepping out of the aircraft as the electropop subsided, she approached a nearby village. She made her way to the Inn, which seemed like the best place to ask for directions, dispite the large number of poor people within.
"Ooh arr, You look like you be not from these parts" The snaggletoothed Innkeeper said.
"That is correct, I am here looking for someone, do you know this boy?"
Reaching into her pockets and removing a photograph of a young boy in a cape.
"Arrr, you'd be after the dark forboding castle overlooking the village then. But i warn you, he don't look so much like that no more, their kind aren't like us. They just aren't like us."
Bella turned to start tramping up the small mountain to the castle to find most of the patrons of the Inns in a crowd around her and the Innkeeper. Wide eyes, and moans, begs, pleads.
"Please Miss, you don't want to be going up there, strange happenings are afoot"
"We lost our youngest when he strayed too close to that castle. He was only five!"
Bella punched the lady closest to her, the one who had lost her five year old child, and made her way out of the Inn, the crowd starting to disperse at this sign of violence.
Upon leaving the Inn she glanced up at the ominous looking mountain, "I'm not walking that" she thought to herself, however there was a young girl nearby with a bicycle.
"Get off the bike" she said.
The girl just stared at her.
"Get off the bike!"
suddenly Bella drew a gun.
"STEP AWAY FROM THE BIKE!"
The girl finally did as asked, "and take your stupid mask" she added, giving the girl her mask and proceeding to ride up the large mountain.
***
This boy is sure to help me
This help will be fantastic
The forums will no longer
Treat me like a spastic
It's ultimate revenge time
Soon there will be silence
I'll find the ones who hurt me
and offer them some violence
When i ride to the top
to the top
to the top
When i reach the top of the mountain.
***
Meanwhile, Edwin, 667 forum member, vampire hunter, and all round good looking guy, was also on his way to the castle.
He had an entirely diferent purpose to that of Bella however.
He also had more up to date information on the small boy in the castle. He knew, for example, that the small boy had grown unnaturally older and was now a young man, say late twentys, and had a propensity towards the killing of children and the sucking of their blood.
Unaware of the simultaneous advancement towards the front door of the castle by Bella, Edwin was climbing towards the back door, he would rather not have his approach known by the vampirre within.
***
There are things within this world
Things of fairyland
Some of them are good and kind
Some have evil planned
My job is to rid the world
Of those who would conspire
With evil in their hearts
Tonight, I kill vampire
When i climb to the top
to the top
to the top
When i reach the top of the mountain.
***
Bella had reached the front door halfway through Edwins chorus and rang the ominous sounding bell.
A tall dashing looking man answered, and when shows the picture by Bella, he ushered her inside.
"Yes, that is me, but I am a lot older now, I know why you are here, would you care you care to discuss it over food, or drink?"
Everyone knows haw charming vampires can be when they want to, and Bella was completely taken in.
***
This pretty little girl
really has no clue
I'll help you with your plan, young girl
and then i feast on you.
I hear a young man climbing up
Looking for a fight
another village child?
I will eat well tonight
When he get's to the top
to the top
to the top
When he reaches the top of the mountain.
***
They were plotting their first assault upon the forum members of 667, when Edwin finally made his way into the castle, into the dining room, into the room where someone would die tonight.
"Dracula" he began, "I have come to- Bella? What on earth are you doing here?"
"This child is here because some people have wronged her, I will help to put things right." Dracula (for it was he all along) replyed.
Bella hugged up against Dracula, "Please, what is going on?"
"Bella, I am Edwin, 667 forum member, vampire hunter, and all round good looking guy. The man you are currently snuggling is a vamp-"
"You're a 667 forum member?" Bella interjected.
"Yes," said Edwin, "but i must kill this vampire, he doesn't belong in this world"
and he leapt forward, plunging his homemade stake into the heart of the vampire.
"You are safe now Bella, go home, you could probably use some rest right now." He turned to go.
"Safe? what do you know of safe. You are one of the ones who ruined my life at 667, now you have killed the man i love. I don't feel safe at all, in fact, i feel very dangerous..."
Reaching for a fork and knife, she jumped Edwin, grabbed his head and inserted the eating implements into his eyes.
The twisting his neck until she was sure he was dead, she returned to crying over the dust of the vampire she loved.
"I'll get you 667," she muttered to herself, tears streaming down her face. "You've gone too far, just too, too far..."
Part 4
Bella woke up with a start. She wasn't sure what events were dreams and which were reality anymore. Her victory over Sir Lord Tragedy's obstacle course of Herculean tasks that stumped even 667 greatest thinkers but not, ironically, her. Her brief yet monumental career as admin. She didn't know what she did wrong. She was told that she was a rude and ineffectual ruler--but she was the ruler; she was free to be as rude and ineffectual as she wanted.
And, tragically, democracy won after about a two-month battle. But, Bella told herself, though democracy won the battle, tyranny would win the war. And she was the tyrant. She would reclaim her justly won power and rule as a kind, benevolent, vengeful and harsh tyrant.
Her shrink. Her asylum. Hazy memories, probably dreams--dreams that were covered in smoke in her mind, which made sense. Most of it was on fire. The shrink. The asylum. Those were all part of the real world, but she needed to focus all her mind on 667. Her family. Her house. On fire. No, not on fire. Well, maybe. Maybe they were--but that didn't matter. Who knows exactly what Bella lit on fire during her rage? The family. The house. She had to forget those things, trivial, unimportant things-she had to focus all her brain power on 667, destroying 667, showing everyone that she was a terribly great ruler.
Bella was perfectly sane. In fact, the only aspect of her behavior that she considered abnormal was her penchant to burst into song to express her emotion.
“I can't control it;
I don't know what's wrong.
Maybe it's the lack of
Emoticons
But when I feel something very very strong
I can't help but burst out in song.
I had an extraordinary fall from grace,
Exiled from that awful place
After all I did for them, how could they!
I'll get my revenge-- nothing will stand in my way!
I'm perfectly normal,
I'm perfectly sane,
After this trauma, I hardly changed
But
There's one little, tiny thing:
I always have to stop and sing!
They sent me to a shrink
Because I'm violent, they think
But I'm not—I'm fine--
Just get out of my mind!
I have one problem, I admit--
My mind is split
Between fiction, nonfiction, and musical addiction*
I have to stop singing,
My ears are ringing
I'm running out of rhymes and above all,
Running out of time.
So I better start running to that cursed board
And continue the downfall of 667, and make it decline!”
“I have to get the password.” Bella stated, snapping out of her spontaneous song. “And make Tragedy pay. And I can kill those two birds with one fabulous torture device, that will make Tragedy's manhood shrivel and make him squeal like a little manhoodless girl.”
Bella smirked an evil smirk, and allowed herself a reprise.
“Make it crumble, make it fall,
Destroy the might empire that once stood tall!”
Part 5
Bella stood at the entrance of a quaint little house in Wisconsin. Here was the resided location of Gigi, Number One on her hit list. Bella remembered as she looked onto the computer screen and saw the list of complaints about her.
For unwarranted rudeness, I am giving ADR a strike.
For continued, unwarranted rudeness, I am giving ADR another strike.
For that display of sarcasm, I am giving ADR a warning.
With the New Year, there is a chance to start over fresh, turn over a new leaf, make a new first impression. ADR, you’ve been given that chance by only getting two strikes.
How dare she, she thought. Gigi was only a measly Moderator and I the Admin! I couldn't have strikes. I'm too important. The idiot wasn't even afraid of losing her job, but in the end I was the one without a job. Tragedy made sure of that. She remembered the post that made her lose her powers.
With all due respect, that's quite enough out of you. I've read enough. I finally see what's going on here. You are simply incapable. I would like to thank the few members that went out of their way to bring all of your crimes to my attention.
First, I will take away your administrator powers. I have perfectly good justification so don't complain. Even disregarding your absurd behavior, by "firing" the old G-Mods you broke our original agreement.
Therefore, you are just a regular member. Gigi's strikes are valid and so is the one I am about to give you for calling a member stupid.
You will be banned for one week.
Welcome to a New Year at 667 Dark Avenue.
*admin power surge*
Admin power surge, heh. I'd give him a power surge. Give him one with a TV in the tub while he was taking a bath. That'd give him a power surge. She giggled. He was last on her list, but now was the time for Gigi.
Bella walked up the driveway, up to the large wooden door with the steel door knocker. She knocked. A lady answered the door. So this must be Gigi, she thought. The lady was very plain-looking and had brown hair.
" Hello, my name is Bella." said Bella. " I'm new to the town and I thought I'd drop in to say hi." Her voice had a hint of fakeness in it ,though, and Gigi noticed it.
" Hello," she said with a hint of fakeness also." I'm Donna Grunewald.
Bella couldn't tell if she was lying or not. Gigi wasn't stupid. She was after all a teacher. Teachers aren't stupid. At least most of the time.
" Do I know you from anywhere? You seem oddly familiar." Gigi had gone straight to the point.
They both looked at each other. Bella rolled her eyes at Gigi. In that split second, Gigi knew the girl was ADR.
" Its ADR, isn't it." Gigi said with a smirk. Bella was caught now. All she could do was play it cool.
" Yes. You are smart. A wonder you couldn't figure out the riddle Tragedy made." said Bella with a bigger smirk. This would get Gigi angry, she thought. It didn't.
" Very cute. What are you doing here?" Gigi replied. " Is it some kind of Kill-Billish revenge plot here?"
" Yes, actually it is. You know how it turns out, right." Bella stated slyly.
Gigi knew that it was only a matter of time before the mental patient killed her. Gigi had read in the newspaper about how a mental patient went on a rampage, her victims included a therapist and an Irish woman. Both were actually 667ers.
" Yes, I do. It ends with you going back to the asylum." Gigi picked up the vase on her coffee table and threw it at Bella. The glass collided with Bella's head and Bella dropped to the ground. That wouldn't stop her, though. She began to get up and Gigi ran through her kitchen. Drawers were opened and Gigi picked up a knife.
The bastard would really kill me, she thought. This girl definitely had issues to deal with. Bella erupted through the doorway, a knife in hand. They stabbed at each other. Both weren't very skilled. A gash was slit across Bella's arm. Gigi got a slash across her leg.
The fight lasted for a few minutes and Bella seemed to whittle Gigi down a little. Bella suddenly kicked Gigi in the stomach and Gigi went down. Bella looked down at the woman who was the main cause for ruining her life.
" What are you going to do know? Roll your eyes at me?" Gigi had a sense of sarcasm in her voice. The sarcasm Bella hated.
" You know what," Bella said. " I am going to do just that."
Bella pulled out her gun she hid in her jeans. She rolled her eyes, giggled, and emptied 4 rounds into Gigi. The silencer was on the gun so no one found the body until a day later. By then, Bella was out of town heading toward Number Two, Jemima.
Bella began to sing as she walked out of the house.
Haha, I just killed Gigi
Put a gun in front of her head
Pulled the trigger, now she's dead
I have no regrets though I say
Though I hate to have waited till today
The deed is done
and now I have to run
She stopped and laughed for a long time. I actually got revenge on one person, she thought and began her song.
Goodbye, goodbye
I'm glad I made you die
But in the end, it'll all work out
Killing people is what its all about
You're the first
But not the last
Hard to believe all this time has passed
I have to put in one last word
I only have 2 more people and one password.
Goodbye, Goodbye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Part 5 and a Half
I can't believe I just killed Gigi...
Bella hadn't realized the reality of it all until hours after it'd happened. She now sat leaning against the fence of a cow pasture somewhere in mid-Wisconson, to her best guess.
I feel so powerful! Like I can do anything! I sure hope this is the right way to Northern Michigan.
She stood and began walking across the pasture. A young calf lay resting in the grass and she kicked it's head as she neared, just because she figured it would make a funny noise. It had. She sped up to a slow jog as she laughed. The laugh turned into a song, the beat following her feet hitting the soft farm earth.
Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima.
She jogged in an odd pattern of triplets. Creating songs wasn't one of her strong points.
I was going to end this with ADR dying, just to see how A could incorporate that into the story, but I have no clue how to make it happen in the setting I just made. I also wrote this just because Linda said something about writing out of turn and I'm amused by spiting others. This will probably be ignored but then it probably should be.
A Independent Musical Tribute
Entitled Song for Gigi
Verse Gigi:
I was working for the forum
I was trying to keep it nice
And if that means that our admin
deserves strikes, i'll strike her twice
Our overbearing admin
Was no longer any fun
Until tragedy struck poor ADR
in more senses than one
Chorus Gigi(ADR):
Her powers gone
(my powers gone)
and rightly so
(unfairly so)
I did my part
(and now you die)
Don't shoot me please!
(you stupid ho)
Verse ADR
Banned for a week
Exiled I was
Banned for a week
And only because
The sarcastic whingers
didn't like what they had
I do what they ask me
and then they go mad
But I'll show them mad
oh I'll show them for sure
no more last chances
oh no, this is war!
I never knew killing
could be so much fun
the path of the bullet
as it flies from my gun
enters Gigi's leg
and her shoulder and chest
and the fourth final bullet
I save for the best
Chorus ADR(Gigi)
you're powerless
(I'm powerless}
you're in great pain
(you've gone insane)
I'm Admin again
(Someone help me please!)
I ban you for life
(Bang - thump)
Verse? Gigi(Edwin){Irish Woman}
And here I am
In a sort of hell
Other victims of Bella
are here as well
(I'm sad you could join us)
Oh Edwin, it's you
(Yes, Bella killed me
looks like you're dead too
I'm sure we'll see more
Bella victims in time)
Who else is there here?
Why are we talking in rhyme?
{There's the therapist from chapter one
and me the irish woman}
(The irish woman? I thought that
was decided to not be canon)
667 Hell: All Due Respect’s Revenge
Collaborated on by (in order of storyline):
Alice
P.J.
BSAM
J.
Cybermystery
Rellim
BSAM
A.
P.J.
Edwin
Linda
P.J.
Cybermystery
J.
BSAM
Sora
J.
BSAM
Part 1
Bella sat on her therapist’s couch, tissue clutched in her hands. It was the sort of couch that you would lie down upon had you had a rough day...a light shade of beige. The entire room was a light shade of beige, a calming color with calming furniture.
Or, at least, it was supposed to be.
Her shrink fumbled around the room and finally settled in his chair. After flipping through a few pages in his notebook, he looked up.
“Bella...”
“All Due Respect!” She tore the tissue in half.
“...ADR.” He smiled, scribbling a prescription for an anti-depressant he would later give her to be on the safe side. “How about I call you that, huh? Since you like nicknames and such?”
“Usernames.” Bella declared. “I liked usernames. Before those...” Shivering, she bit her lip. “No, no, I’m not going to use foul language. I’m not going to sink to their filthy...filthy... level...”
“Okay.” Her therapist nodded. “Um, your parents brought you here because you seemed very angry and weren’t doing your schoolwork....And you stabbed your teacher a ballpoint pen. Ah, that would explain why they called me at seven this morning...”
“Look, she shouldn’t have been asking me those questions.” Bella pointed to herself. “I don’t need to deal with that...stuff...right now.”
Her therapist seemed concerned. “Well, what exactly was she asking you?”
“Why I was crying.” She dabbed her eye with a half-piece of tissue. Her therapist debated whether or not to question her further, not knowing if she had the pen with her or if it was still embedded in Mr. Long.
However, after a moment, she started. “Look, doc...
It all seemed to begin
When I tried to log in.
(I couldn’t.)
Then I went to see
What they had done to me.
(They shouldn’t.)
I had been banned!
Fired, displaced, canned...
“Rudeness” was the cause
And, what’s more, there was applause...
They were happy to see me go!
There wasn’t even a way for me to cry ‘no!’
They tossed me away without protest
And now I have to confess...
(Confess)
Banned!
I can’t believe this is where we stand.
After all I did for them
This is nothing short of sin...
(Sin...)
Banned!
They survived only under my command!
They have no idea what they owe me,
But then again they don’t know me...
Banned!
But now I have a plan...
(It’s so simple, doc...)
Tragedy, tragically, thinks he can take my powers away
Retrieve his forum ‘ADR’s fall’
Yet I can make every one of them pay
He gave me his password after all!
And so, for 667 Dark Avenue,
This is farewell
Let’s see how they’ll do
When their heaven turns into hell.
(Hell!)”
“What are you talking about?” Her therapist asked, forgetting himself.
Bella grinned and reached into her pocket. Her therapist shrank into his chair as she pulled out a bloody ballpoint pen.
“Bella...”
“‘All due respect, doc,” She said, standing up and advancing toward him. “But, I’m on a quest for revenge now. And, like in the movies, I can’t have anyone in my way...”
Her therapist ’s screams echoed through the halls.
Of course, that’s common in a mental hospital.
Part 2
She needed a plan. Gigi, she decided would have to be taken care of. In a really nasty and mean, but bizarrely creative way. Like impaling her with a chocolate sword, or repeatedly running over her with a remote control car. That shot acid from a concealed hose! And had sidewinder missiles that fired at the push of a button and – Tragedy! Tragedy too, she realized. She had thought he was nice, but he had demoted her and banned her without warning. She had won the puzzle, after all! In her mind, that meant she was the cleverest person in all of 667, and deserved to be admin in perpetuity! But he, he had taken it all away again! And Gigi, Gigi had set it all off! Both would have to be taken care of, of course, before her master-plan could start. They just had to go. No question about it. Besides, with them gone, it would be far easier to seize control of 667 and turn it into hell on earth.
But who could help her in this dastardly task? No-one would bother helping her destroy a mere internet forum. No-one but her knew how important the little forum was. Well, her, and the 667ers. She truly was no longer one of them, she realized. In her mind, they were them. The enemy. All the 667ers, she realized, were her enemies. It was her and it was them. Bastards (surely, if she only thought the word, it did not count as swearing, right? Swearing was verbal...not mental...still, when she was admin again, she'd see if she could censor mental swearing, as well). It was only her, though. All alone.
She needed a plan.
Her parents were rich. Ludicrously, fabulously, ridiculously rich. The clinic she had just left behind (in flames) was said to be one of the best. And it was in England. She didn’t know what kind of jet she had flown over here in, but it was almost certainly one of those top-secret military ones that have been cobbled together from various bits of technology salvaged from aliens, long lost atlanteans, and advanced races of super-humans which used to live on this earth before some big calamity killed them all off or turned them into dinosaurs.
She figured this because they had arrived earlier in time than when they had actually left. And not in a changing-time-zone-way. In a plutonium-supemegastardrive-lets-reverse-the-polarity kind of way.
And her parents didn’t like her. No-one did, but that was beside the point (she had a theory that it was a medical condition that caused people not to like her. Her psychiatrist had said it was her personality (her former psychiatrist, that is. Had died mysteriously in a session with her. According to Bela he had tripped, and fallen onto some bullets. A metric ton of cash from Bela’s parents had been enough evidence for the judge, however, and it had been deemed incompetence upon the psychiatrist’s part)). They (her parents) had just plonked her in that asylum (which was burning merrily now, despite the best efforts of England’s finest firebrigade) and left her there. If they remembered they had a daughter, they might one day bother showing up, perhaps in order to marry her off to some other rich obnoxious young man, in which case they would be surprised to find her mental asylum little more than a pile of charred ash. They hadn’t bothered reading the letter sent to them informing them of the tragic “demise” of her daughter.
And Bela also had a credit card with a limit so large it defied the laws of physics, logic, and, heck, might as well throw time into that list as well. She was also legally dead, thanks to the roaring tower of inferno that was busily covering the neighborhood in a thin layer of ash.
But she needed more than just money. She was alone. Completely and utterly alone. She had no allies. It was her versus an entire internet forum of highly intelligent and highly attractive people. Because, she reasoned, there had never been quite a case like hers. She had been all but exiled from 667! Sure, the ban had now been lifted, but she couldn’t just return. She’d be the laughing stock of the entire forum! It wouldn’t be the same. They’d all shun her. The problem was, when one was exiled, one didn’t have anyone left. It wasn’t really the forum she was being excluded from, it was the people. She had lost them all. And now, was all alone. Even as admin, people had tolerated her. Somewhat. The jerks.
Then, a thought occurred to her. In the back of her mind, a thought was dancing just beyond view. Something she had just thought…then it hit her. Something from her past at 667. She had been young, and hadn’t been online too frequently but…she realized, she remembered, she had not been the only one to have been exiled from 667.
She marched over to a nearby internet café, threw a bunch of cash into the face of the surprised owner, and quickly logged onto 667, pausing only to set her account to invisible mode, and to reply a few scathing PMs with “No, u” (it goes without saying that these PMs were bedecked with a veritable mosaic of eye-rolling smileys). Then she clicked on Awfully Ancient Archives, and began to read.
ADR was free. Unlimited disposable income, no nasty parents that might grab her back home, official dead to the world and a dastardly plan on her mind. The stage was set for her ultimate revenge of doom, and it had been done in such a way as to allow as much creative license to as many different authors as possible. What will come next, I cannot imagine, but it will no doubt be really, really epic.
Part 3
Whilst browsing through the Archives of 667 she came across the tale of a young man who had been banned many months ago, he was a gothic chap, lived in a strange eastern european country, he seemed a likely ally for what she had planned.
After a few PM exchanges, she made arrangements for an instrumental travel montage.
::Scenes of Bella packing her bags, piloting aircraft, overhead fast travel shots of citys, oceans, forests, mountains, lava pits, the garden of eden, you get the idea...::
Stepping out of the aircraft as the electropop subsided, she approached a nearby village. She made her way to the Inn, which seemed like the best place to ask for directions, dispite the large number of poor people within.
"Ooh arr, You look like you be not from these parts" The snaggletoothed Innkeeper said.
"That is correct, I am here looking for someone, do you know this boy?"
Reaching into her pockets and removing a photograph of a young boy in a cape.
"Arrr, you'd be after the dark forboding castle overlooking the village then. But i warn you, he don't look so much like that no more, their kind aren't like us. They just aren't like us."
Bella turned to start tramping up the small mountain to the castle to find most of the patrons of the Inns in a crowd around her and the Innkeeper. Wide eyes, and moans, begs, pleads.
"Please Miss, you don't want to be going up there, strange happenings are afoot"
"We lost our youngest when he strayed too close to that castle. He was only five!"
Bella punched the lady closest to her, the one who had lost her five year old child, and made her way out of the Inn, the crowd starting to disperse at this sign of violence.
Upon leaving the Inn she glanced up at the ominous looking mountain, "I'm not walking that" she thought to herself, however there was a young girl nearby with a bicycle.
"Get off the bike" she said.
The girl just stared at her.
"Get off the bike!"
suddenly Bella drew a gun.
"STEP AWAY FROM THE BIKE!"
The girl finally did as asked, "and take your stupid mask" she added, giving the girl her mask and proceeding to ride up the large mountain.
***
This boy is sure to help me
This help will be fantastic
The forums will no longer
Treat me like a spastic
It's ultimate revenge time
Soon there will be silence
I'll find the ones who hurt me
and offer them some violence
When i ride to the top
to the top
to the top
When i reach the top of the mountain.
***
Meanwhile, Edwin, 667 forum member, vampire hunter, and all round good looking guy, was also on his way to the castle.
He had an entirely diferent purpose to that of Bella however.
He also had more up to date information on the small boy in the castle. He knew, for example, that the small boy had grown unnaturally older and was now a young man, say late twentys, and had a propensity towards the killing of children and the sucking of their blood.
Unaware of the simultaneous advancement towards the front door of the castle by Bella, Edwin was climbing towards the back door, he would rather not have his approach known by the vampirre within.
***
There are things within this world
Things of fairyland
Some of them are good and kind
Some have evil planned
My job is to rid the world
Of those who would conspire
With evil in their hearts
Tonight, I kill vampire
When i climb to the top
to the top
to the top
When i reach the top of the mountain.
***
Bella had reached the front door halfway through Edwins chorus and rang the ominous sounding bell.
A tall dashing looking man answered, and when shows the picture by Bella, he ushered her inside.
"Yes, that is me, but I am a lot older now, I know why you are here, would you care you care to discuss it over food, or drink?"
Everyone knows haw charming vampires can be when they want to, and Bella was completely taken in.
***
This pretty little girl
really has no clue
I'll help you with your plan, young girl
and then i feast on you.
I hear a young man climbing up
Looking for a fight
another village child?
I will eat well tonight
When he get's to the top
to the top
to the top
When he reaches the top of the mountain.
***
They were plotting their first assault upon the forum members of 667, when Edwin finally made his way into the castle, into the dining room, into the room where someone would die tonight.
"Dracula" he began, "I have come to- Bella? What on earth are you doing here?"
"This child is here because some people have wronged her, I will help to put things right." Dracula (for it was he all along) replyed.
Bella hugged up against Dracula, "Please, what is going on?"
"Bella, I am Edwin, 667 forum member, vampire hunter, and all round good looking guy. The man you are currently snuggling is a vamp-"
"You're a 667 forum member?" Bella interjected.
"Yes," said Edwin, "but i must kill this vampire, he doesn't belong in this world"
and he leapt forward, plunging his homemade stake into the heart of the vampire.
"You are safe now Bella, go home, you could probably use some rest right now." He turned to go.
"Safe? what do you know of safe. You are one of the ones who ruined my life at 667, now you have killed the man i love. I don't feel safe at all, in fact, i feel very dangerous..."
Reaching for a fork and knife, she jumped Edwin, grabbed his head and inserted the eating implements into his eyes.
The twisting his neck until she was sure he was dead, she returned to crying over the dust of the vampire she loved.
"I'll get you 667," she muttered to herself, tears streaming down her face. "You've gone too far, just too, too far..."
Part 4
Bella woke up with a start. She wasn't sure what events were dreams and which were reality anymore. Her victory over Sir Lord Tragedy's obstacle course of Herculean tasks that stumped even 667 greatest thinkers but not, ironically, her. Her brief yet monumental career as admin. She didn't know what she did wrong. She was told that she was a rude and ineffectual ruler--but she was the ruler; she was free to be as rude and ineffectual as she wanted.
And, tragically, democracy won after about a two-month battle. But, Bella told herself, though democracy won the battle, tyranny would win the war. And she was the tyrant. She would reclaim her justly won power and rule as a kind, benevolent, vengeful and harsh tyrant.
Her shrink. Her asylum. Hazy memories, probably dreams--dreams that were covered in smoke in her mind, which made sense. Most of it was on fire. The shrink. The asylum. Those were all part of the real world, but she needed to focus all her mind on 667. Her family. Her house. On fire. No, not on fire. Well, maybe. Maybe they were--but that didn't matter. Who knows exactly what Bella lit on fire during her rage? The family. The house. She had to forget those things, trivial, unimportant things-she had to focus all her brain power on 667, destroying 667, showing everyone that she was a terribly great ruler.
Bella was perfectly sane. In fact, the only aspect of her behavior that she considered abnormal was her penchant to burst into song to express her emotion.
“I can't control it;
I don't know what's wrong.
Maybe it's the lack of
Emoticons
But when I feel something very very strong
I can't help but burst out in song.
I had an extraordinary fall from grace,
Exiled from that awful place
After all I did for them, how could they!
I'll get my revenge-- nothing will stand in my way!
I'm perfectly normal,
I'm perfectly sane,
After this trauma, I hardly changed
But
There's one little, tiny thing:
I always have to stop and sing!
They sent me to a shrink
Because I'm violent, they think
But I'm not—I'm fine--
Just get out of my mind!
I have one problem, I admit--
My mind is split
Between fiction, nonfiction, and musical addiction*
I have to stop singing,
My ears are ringing
I'm running out of rhymes and above all,
Running out of time.
So I better start running to that cursed board
And continue the downfall of 667, and make it decline!”
“I have to get the password.” Bella stated, snapping out of her spontaneous song. “And make Tragedy pay. And I can kill those two birds with one fabulous torture device, that will make Tragedy's manhood shrivel and make him squeal like a little manhoodless girl.”
Bella smirked an evil smirk, and allowed herself a reprise.
“Make it crumble, make it fall,
Destroy the might empire that once stood tall!”
Part 5
Bella stood at the entrance of a quaint little house in Wisconsin. Here was the resided location of Gigi, Number One on her hit list. Bella remembered as she looked onto the computer screen and saw the list of complaints about her.
For unwarranted rudeness, I am giving ADR a strike.
For continued, unwarranted rudeness, I am giving ADR another strike.
For that display of sarcasm, I am giving ADR a warning.
With the New Year, there is a chance to start over fresh, turn over a new leaf, make a new first impression. ADR, you’ve been given that chance by only getting two strikes.
How dare she, she thought. Gigi was only a measly Moderator and I the Admin! I couldn't have strikes. I'm too important. The idiot wasn't even afraid of losing her job, but in the end I was the one without a job. Tragedy made sure of that. She remembered the post that made her lose her powers.
With all due respect, that's quite enough out of you. I've read enough. I finally see what's going on here. You are simply incapable. I would like to thank the few members that went out of their way to bring all of your crimes to my attention.
First, I will take away your administrator powers. I have perfectly good justification so don't complain. Even disregarding your absurd behavior, by "firing" the old G-Mods you broke our original agreement.
Therefore, you are just a regular member. Gigi's strikes are valid and so is the one I am about to give you for calling a member stupid.
You will be banned for one week.
Welcome to a New Year at 667 Dark Avenue.
*admin power surge*
Admin power surge, heh. I'd give him a power surge. Give him one with a TV in the tub while he was taking a bath. That'd give him a power surge. She giggled. He was last on her list, but now was the time for Gigi.
Bella walked up the driveway, up to the large wooden door with the steel door knocker. She knocked. A lady answered the door. So this must be Gigi, she thought. The lady was very plain-looking and had brown hair.
" Hello, my name is Bella." said Bella. " I'm new to the town and I thought I'd drop in to say hi." Her voice had a hint of fakeness in it ,though, and Gigi noticed it.
" Hello," she said with a hint of fakeness also." I'm Donna Grunewald.
Bella couldn't tell if she was lying or not. Gigi wasn't stupid. She was after all a teacher. Teachers aren't stupid. At least most of the time.
" Do I know you from anywhere? You seem oddly familiar." Gigi had gone straight to the point.
They both looked at each other. Bella rolled her eyes at Gigi. In that split second, Gigi knew the girl was ADR.
" Its ADR, isn't it." Gigi said with a smirk. Bella was caught now. All she could do was play it cool.
" Yes. You are smart. A wonder you couldn't figure out the riddle Tragedy made." said Bella with a bigger smirk. This would get Gigi angry, she thought. It didn't.
" Very cute. What are you doing here?" Gigi replied. " Is it some kind of Kill-Billish revenge plot here?"
" Yes, actually it is. You know how it turns out, right." Bella stated slyly.
Gigi knew that it was only a matter of time before the mental patient killed her. Gigi had read in the newspaper about how a mental patient went on a rampage, her victims included a therapist and an Irish woman. Both were actually 667ers.
" Yes, I do. It ends with you going back to the asylum." Gigi picked up the vase on her coffee table and threw it at Bella. The glass collided with Bella's head and Bella dropped to the ground. That wouldn't stop her, though. She began to get up and Gigi ran through her kitchen. Drawers were opened and Gigi picked up a knife.
The bastard would really kill me, she thought. This girl definitely had issues to deal with. Bella erupted through the doorway, a knife in hand. They stabbed at each other. Both weren't very skilled. A gash was slit across Bella's arm. Gigi got a slash across her leg.
The fight lasted for a few minutes and Bella seemed to whittle Gigi down a little. Bella suddenly kicked Gigi in the stomach and Gigi went down. Bella looked down at the woman who was the main cause for ruining her life.
" What are you going to do know? Roll your eyes at me?" Gigi had a sense of sarcasm in her voice. The sarcasm Bella hated.
" You know what," Bella said. " I am going to do just that."
Bella pulled out her gun she hid in her jeans. She rolled her eyes, giggled, and emptied 4 rounds into Gigi. The silencer was on the gun so no one found the body until a day later. By then, Bella was out of town heading toward Number Two, Jemima.
Bella began to sing as she walked out of the house.
Haha, I just killed Gigi
Put a gun in front of her head
Pulled the trigger, now she's dead
I have no regrets though I say
Though I hate to have waited till today
The deed is done
and now I have to run
She stopped and laughed for a long time. I actually got revenge on one person, she thought and began her song.
Goodbye, goodbye
I'm glad I made you die
But in the end, it'll all work out
Killing people is what its all about
You're the first
But not the last
Hard to believe all this time has passed
I have to put in one last word
I only have 2 more people and one password.
Goodbye, Goodbye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Part 5 and a Half
I can't believe I just killed Gigi...
Bella hadn't realized the reality of it all until hours after it'd happened. She now sat leaning against the fence of a cow pasture somewhere in mid-Wisconson, to her best guess.
I feel so powerful! Like I can do anything! I sure hope this is the right way to Northern Michigan.
She stood and began walking across the pasture. A young calf lay resting in the grass and she kicked it's head as she neared, just because she figured it would make a funny noise. It had. She sped up to a slow jog as she laughed. The laugh turned into a song, the beat following her feet hitting the soft farm earth.
Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima, Jemima.
She jogged in an odd pattern of triplets. Creating songs wasn't one of her strong points.
I was going to end this with ADR dying, just to see how A could incorporate that into the story, but I have no clue how to make it happen in the setting I just made. I also wrote this just because Linda said something about writing out of turn and I'm amused by spiting others. This will probably be ignored but then it probably should be.
A Independent Musical Tribute
Entitled Song for Gigi
Verse Gigi:
I was working for the forum
I was trying to keep it nice
And if that means that our admin
deserves strikes, i'll strike her twice
Our overbearing admin
Was no longer any fun
Until tragedy struck poor ADR
in more senses than one
Chorus Gigi(ADR):
Her powers gone
(my powers gone)
and rightly so
(unfairly so)
I did my part
(and now you die)
Don't shoot me please!
(you stupid ho)
Verse ADR
Banned for a week
Exiled I was
Banned for a week
And only because
The sarcastic whingers
didn't like what they had
I do what they ask me
and then they go mad
But I'll show them mad
oh I'll show them for sure
no more last chances
oh no, this is war!
I never knew killing
could be so much fun
the path of the bullet
as it flies from my gun
enters Gigi's leg
and her shoulder and chest
and the fourth final bullet
I save for the best
Chorus ADR(Gigi)
you're powerless
(I'm powerless}
you're in great pain
(you've gone insane)
I'm Admin again
(Someone help me please!)
I ban you for life
(Bang - thump)
Verse? Gigi(Edwin){Irish Woman}
And here I am
In a sort of hell
Other victims of Bella
are here as well
(I'm sad you could join us)
Oh Edwin, it's you
(Yes, Bella killed me
looks like you're dead too
I'm sure we'll see more
Bella victims in time)
Who else is there here?
Why are we talking in rhyme?
{There's the therapist from chapter one
and me the irish woman}
(The irish woman? I thought that
was decided to not be canon)