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Let's write a story! (Current title The Object)
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Oct 19, 2008 01:23PM
(( WHo dosent work for the police? and thnx Riley)))
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((Uh . . . Thomas, Tom, and Cari. I think . . .))
((wait wat??? ok. I totally do not know wat you guys are trying to say)))
((idk what ur trying to say. Someone plz post and we'll just deal with it.))
((whoa Guys!! We should TOTALLy put this story in the NaNo WrImO!!!!!!!!!!))))))
((that would be hilarious if we won . . .))
(((where are we?)))*Cari's POV*
The black enveloped me. I saw several pretty flashes of light, like fireworks in pitch black. I thought of Tom, of his eyes. His eyes were beautiful. That was one of the first things I noticed when I first saw him. The way you just wanted to swim in them.
Where was Tom? Where was everybody? My thoughts were blocked out by another flash of light.
I could talk to them through my thoughts, right? I tried a simple sentence.
Do you like apples?
Wait, I didn't hear it echo in my head, like I was speaking through a microphone.
Help!
But then serenity overtook me again. It'd be okay. Tom would rescue me. And if he didn't, someone else would.
Suddenly the darkness dissipated quickly, dripping down through the edges of my vision. I tried to move my hand. I couldn't.
((honestly, i don't remember.))
I started even smaller. I tried to move my little finger.Shi*.
It wasn't working. I was paralyzed.
I couldn't believe it. Then I realized, my eyes weren't even open. At least I didn't think so.
((You don't need any commas. Just a little perfectionist problem I have.))I tried to open my eyes. My eyes fluttered open. I could tell because my eyelashes, which Tom always said were beautifully long, brushed against the tops of my eyes.
Tom. My heart hurt just thinking about his eyes, his face, his strong arms, his short stature, even the bruises that he had from his abusive father.
After I thought about Tom's father, my thoughts switched to my own father. I closed my eyes. I wasn't going to think about him. Or my mother. Especially not my mother.
I opened my eyes again, hoping to find myself in the camp Thomas made.
I didn't see the warm familiar faces of my friends in that small lean to. Instead I saw a white cubicle, chains hanging on the walls. I realized with a jolt that there was a blood splatter on the walls. My stomach shook. This was like one of those nightmares I would have before I met Tom.
My arms were chained to the wall, and my feet also.
I tried to move once again. It didn't work. I tried to think to someone, anyone. Then I saw someone. There was Thomas, slumped against the wall opposite to me. There was a dagger protruding from his chest. I closed my eyes, squeezing them right before the tears came."Thomas." I could speak! A quick tendril of joy spread through my body and disappeared almost immediately.
A man looked up at me. He was in the chair at the corner of the room.
He walked over to me. He had a canteen in his hand, a bowl filled with soup in the other. My throat was parched. I shook with hunger.
"Be careful girl. You've a broken neck. I wouldn't move too much."
He undid the chains. I slumped to the ground, my neck made a sickening crack.
The man grimaced.
"That didn't sound too good."
"It didn't feel to great either." I exclaimed through clenched teeth.
((it's Cari's POV.))He looked away.
"Sorry, I'm real clumsy. That's why they put me in charge of you guys. They don't care if you die."
I shook. It was cold in that particular room. And I was hungry. And scared. He picked me up. I tried to move my arms or legs but just cried out because of the pain.
He grimaced again.
"Please don't do that girly. It makes me feel like I'm hurting you."
"You are hurting me." I said, my voice shaking with the effort of getting through my swollen throat.
"You, you want something?" He asked.
"Please." I begged.
"Please." I begged.
"W-what?" he stuttered."Water." I said, surprised at the sheer effort it took me to get that word out.
The man quickly lay me on a cot and pressed the canteen to my mouth. I swallowed the water frantically, but it wouldn't go down my throat. All the water came back out of my mouth, sliding down my shirt.
"I...can't..." I choked out.
He tipped my chin up and squeezed water from the canteen, squirting it professionally into my throat.
That forced the water down my throat. It soothed the thorns poking out in my throat and I was finally able to swallow without gagging.
I could talk without it hurting then.
"Where...Thomas....what-what-who did that to him?" I stuttered out, choking back tears.
The man looked at Thomas, slumped forlornly against the wall. He looked away just as quickly.
"I-I dunno. That's not a question to ask me. I'm queasy around blood."
I shifted my eyes away from the man, seeing that i could not move my neck.
The man held a spoonful of some gooey rice substance."What is that?" I said, feeling like gagging.
"Oatmeal." He said abashedly.
I opened my mouth hesitantly and he shoved the spoon into my mouth.
It was . . . wierd tasting, but it filled my stomach.
"Do you know what's going on?" I asked quietly.
"Do you know what's going on?" I asked quietly.
"What?" he said, with his ear cocked toward me."Do you know what's going on?" I said, louder this time.
He looked down.
"Well, seeing as my boss is to kill you anyway, I guess it won't hurt telling you.
Here's how my boss sees it. The government ripped the idea off from them..."
"Wait, you mean they don't work for the government?" I interrupted.
"See, I don't actually know. The government, and my boss for that matter, have ways of doing things so that even the closest people to them don't know what's going on." he replied.
I rolled my eyes to the back of my head. Things kept getting stranger and stranger.
But then I remembered his words, seeing as my boss is to kill you anyway . . .
"Why does he want to kill me?"
"Why does he want to kill me?"
"She." He corrected."She want's to kill you because she likes killing. Rumor is she killed her own parents."
That answer just led to more questions.
"Explain" I said forcefully. "I'm not going to sit here with a broken neck, and just be bored after knowing that i'm going to be killed."
he sighed and sat down next to me on the floor
"Well, I suppose I have to start with her childhood."From the sound of the rumors going around between all the guards, she had a pretty rough childhood. A father who abused her and her sister, and then her mother who just let them have it, never intervening, actually egging him on in some instances.
"Apparently one day she had enough. She grabbed a lamp and crashed it into her father's head. Then she did it again. She was happy to see him in pain, it seemed like Christmas to her. So she did it again, and again, and again. Then her mother came in, and saw what she was doing. She tried to wrestle the lamp from her grasp. So Lily let go, and her mother fell back into the wall, the lamp hitting her head in the process.
"Lily sat in all the blood until her sister came in and called the police.
"Apparently they presented a pretty good case. "Their father was beating Lily when their mother came in. She hit him with the lamp, and then hit herself with it. Lily was too frightened to call the police, and then her sister came in.
"Lily's sister tried to tell the truth, but no one believed her. Lily was a very good actor, sobbing and stuttering at all the right parts. Whereas her sister spoke loud and clear.
Her sister ended up in with the juvenile delinquents because the jury suspected her of taking some part of the crime.
"And as soon as Lily's sister got out of jail, she was shot while riding a subway to court. By then Lily was twelve.
"Most of the guards think that Lily did that too. Her sister knew too much. While in court the jury felt too bad for her to convict her for shop lifting, let alone murder.
"While in that courtroom an important government official watched Lily. He knew that she had committed all the murders, and he was impressed with the killing abilities she showed at such a young age.
"So the government hired her as an assassin. She heard about a device they were planning to use as an interrogation device. She knew that it could be much more than that, so she stole it and ran away. She hired all of us sorry saps, and then it was stolen from her. She's been tracking it down ever since." He finished.
In the silence that followed you could've heard an ant tiptoeing.
There was a sudden knocking at the door and my current guard stood up.
"It's a new guard's shift." He said, walking out the door.
A brutal looking man opened the door and my guard walked out.
The man held a club in his hand. He was adjusting his hand positions on it, then suddenly took a swing at my head. I heard my old guard cry out and my forehead caved in as everything was enveloped with black.
((Someone please post!!! PLEASE!!! I can't write all this story!))((TOM's POV))
Ah, Cari. Just the thought of her name made me relax. Cari. Her face swam in and out of my head, saying in that perfect voice of hers, "Tom. I love you Tom. Save me Tom. I love you Tom. I love you. Tom..." And on and on.
In an instant my dream turned into a nightmare.
"Tom! Tom! Help me! It hurts! They're hurting me, please Tom, please!
((In the forest outside of wherever they were keeping him.))I woke up in cold sweat. Those nightmares had been haunting me ever since Cari-ever since Cari was kidnapped.
I closed my eyes, tears squeezing through my lids. She was probably already dead.
Sarah looked at me.
"Tom?" She said tentatively.
"Yeah, Cari?" I winced, but the pain was much more than that. Stealing into my blood stream, it went through my entire body than came back into my heart, leaving a resounding pain.
"Not Cari...I meant Sarah..." She looked at me understandably.
"It's okay Tom. I would say that I'm sorry, but after Jay I know it doesn't do any good." she grimaced at Jay's name, and I knew she still ached for him.
We lapsed back into silence.
((she liked Jay??? i'm confuzzled, but i can't post for a whole month, cuz along with this whole nanowrimo thing, I've made a deal with my parents to stay off the computer.))
((Okay. I'll just answer your question. Sarah was married to Jay until he ran off with Lily.))
I looked back down to the ground this sucks I thought. I was fine but Cari wasn't. And there was no way I would be able to get her out of that place on my own. I looked back up at sarah "Can we call the police or something?""We don't know who's side the police are on." sarah sighed quietly
Oh great.....!
What could we possibly do? We had to get the object away, I had to save Cari, had to, and the rest of the country thought we were outlaws. Well, we were, but Lily and Jay were obviously more of outlaws than us!Wait, Lily and Jay! The key entered my mind so quickly I was surprised I hadn't thought of it before! It was perfect.
I crawled over to Sarah, then whispered into her ear my plan.
((Cari's POV))
I slipped in and out from blackness, yet again.
Where was I?
Who was I?
There were too many questions, and my head hurt.
It hurt far too much to think. Or even blink. Moving hurt, but I opened my eyes.
Ow!
In the range of my vision there was a huge man. Or was it a woman? All I could tell was that there was a person there.
The person looked over at me, saw my open eyes and stuck a beverage in my mouth.
It didn't quench my thirst and it didn't taste good. It tasted like biting into a pain killer pill.
My thoughts instantly ceased and all I could see was blackness. But I knew I was alive.
I woke up about an hour-or could have been day-later. And standing in front of me was Lily. "what do you want?" I sputtered
"Oh nothing, just to see you in pain, and get something from you." she grinned "I know you hid the object somewhere. But where?"
"wheres Jay?" I asked, avoiding the question
'He's taken care of, now answer the question, where is the object?"
"I don't know." I said, and it was the truth. If I used to know it was gone. My memory was completely blank Lily swung her fist toward me, hitting my temple. I saw stars and the scene swam like a heat wave was in front of it.
Lily stood over me. I was on the floor? How did I get down there? She pressed a high heeled boot to my head, the heel digging into my forehead.
"Where's the object?" She said through bared teeth.
"I don't know!" I said. She was hurting me now. She bared her teeth and grabbed a club. She swung it down onto my head and other various parts of my body.
I whimpered in pain and curled into myself, but that seemed to make her angrier. She gave one more blow and I was unconscious.
I woke up hours later...still amazed I was alive. Maybe I had only broken a small bone in my kneck...not the whole thing.
But then the guard gave me the medication again, the bitter taste sliding down my throat. But this time it was much harder to tell if I was alive or not. I had the feeling they were slowly killing me.
((hey sry guys. But this story has gone in a different direction. I dont think I can write anything more, but BTW, that last couple of comments went to fast. U have got to explain more-Nathan)))
I woke up, but I could tell that it was hours later. A familiar face peered down at me."Tom?!"
"Yeas" he gurgled, "They thought I was dead but i was faking, and I escaped now let's get out of here."
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