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Carmen a plot for a future book that i wish to write |
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This was supposed to be a short backround story on my RP character but it turned out to be much much longer and i decided to turn it into a i guess you would say a plot for like a book or something.
Warning: This is just a little story that I sort of got carryed away into. It dosn't make a lot of sense, it has millions of typos and is just plain crappy but i kept it hee because i liked the stoyline and would like to continue and of course edit it someday. Pleaseunderstand where i'm coming from and enjoy the main point of the story.
On March 3, 1843, a baby girl named Carmen was born. Her mother was Donna Calithicos and was a semestress her whole life. Her mother was thee most talented in her whole town. Her dad was Stephen Calithicos. He was a baker who specialized in bread and pastries. He owned a small bakery at the corner of the main street in their miniature town. Carmen had an older sister, alex, and a younger brother, steven. She and her siblings were all homeschooled, but recieved a tremendous education because her parents were very intelligent people. By the age of 8, she officialy took up a passion. She had a love for writing. As she grew older and into her preteens she realized what she could do with her unnatural gift of literature. She enjoyed writing fictional stories. She especially wrote love novels. Yes novels. She definitly had a gift to write. She wrote 100's of books and her family didn't even know. One day when she was thirteen, her little brother steven, age 7, caught her writing and told her parents. Her parents read her love stories and realized what she wanted. Love. So they burned all of her books and stories. Ruining her dreams and chances of being an author some day. They forbid her to write, and kept a 24-hour watch on her. She was in hell. She went a year without writing, but it wasnt hell from not writing, it was hell because of all the ideas piling up in her head. She had SO many and never got to write them down. These ideas though bacame more deranged and evil than romantic or happy. By age 15, she was sick and tired. By that time, her ideas ate at her and she eventualy was on the edge of insanity. Her parents began to be scared of her writing, afraid that if she realy was becoming insane, that she would write forever and her family reputation would be trashed. So they saved up to take her to a phyco ward in the neighboring city. By age 16, she was living in a ward and becoming more deranged. They drew the line. Every day during lunch hour, they aloud some patients to go into their garden with some other patients. She tryed to act normal for the rest of the month until they let her go out. One time was all she needed. Eventually they let her go. She was walked outside, still in the straightjacket, and at first she acted normal until she saw exactly what she needed. A fence(barbed). She knew exactly what to do and just needed the exact moment. It came. The worker helping her took her to a table (right by the fence) to have something to eat. Perfect. Steak, with a fork, and knife. Right when the worker put the food on the table Carmen grabbed the knife and swifter than the wind jabbed it into the workers neck. She ran faster than a rabbit to the fence, climbed it then jumped over the wire in an impossible fashion and landed safely. She ran as fast as she could away from the ward. By the time she reached regular city streets, she hid in an alley. She went 3 days without food until she met someone. A man in what looked like his early twenties with silver hair entered the alley and walked to her. He kneeled down to where she was and chuckled, " you look hungry. You want some food and clean clothes?" She simply nodded. As she got up, she stumbled and fell down(result to no food and not walking for days) He chuckled again and carefully picked her up, cradeling her and took carmen to his house. It was.......quant. He laid her down and grabbed a tin bottle with no label and a plate of food from the fridge. Carmen scarfed everything down. "this is going to be eaier than i thought..." he murmered. Carmen fell into immidiate unconciousness(sleep). As she awoke, she felt..........happy. She didnt feel deranged or wierd. Then she saw him. He was sitting at the edge of the sofa she laid on. "so. how are you feeling?" "umm ok" she responded. "thats great." he said. "i have some clothes you can change in on the chair there. of course you'll have to walk over there to get them." Carmen slwoly got up ready to catch herself if she fell and suprisingly she felt very strong and feathery. She walked over and into the bathroom to get changed. When she came out she noticed everything so clearly. Donuts on the counter, a chair pulled up to a small desk..........with a pen and paper. She ran to the desk and grabbed the pen. Then as it touched the paper. She didn;t write. She hadnt realized that all the ideas she had tryed so hard to store away in her brain were suddenly gone. Tears started dripping down her eyes and falling onto the now wet paper. Then he walked in with groceries. "hey! i just got some stuff i needed from the car and...." he noticed her crying" what hapened?!" "oh. cant write huh? well if you stop hyperventilating and give me a sc i'll explain everything." Carmen tryed to breath then realized, 'who is this guy? wait. how does he know anything about my ideas and writing talents?' He carefully set the groceries on the counter and spoke. " so i bet your beginning to wonder who the hell i am right? Well its all a realy long story but i'll start with simpler the simpler things. like my name is luke, but my friends call me lucky. " i started to speak "i...." "know your name already carmen" he finished. "but---" "dont talk. just listen. This is my home and you are always welcome here. I'm 22 years old, I was born and raised here, my favorite color is white,..." and he kept rambling on for about an hour about simple things. I finally managed to catch him off guard and asked " how did you find me?" "what?" " how did you know where i was in the alley?" "ahhhhh...and so we move on to the more copilicated things. Well you must promise not to run away screaming cause that would be very stupid at this point in the game. but im sure knowing you, you wouldnt do that." "what g--?" "no. let me explain first. My real ocupation is......in a sense....well killing." ...he paused for a response. I did nothing but wait for more. then he continued " I found you because I watched your escape. I knew where you were and didnt come to you right away knowing that you would still be strong and able to resist me. If you were weaker then you'd have no choice and youd be here like you are now. You must understand...your the most valuable thing there is to my people's future. You are unique and have abilities you never dreamed about. i'm here to train you and teach you to use and control them. i cant explain everything right now otherways you wouldnt understand. i have to explain over time so it'll soak into your brain and you'll understand better." he paused as i got up and walked toward him. I leaned in toward his blue eyes and said, " let me ask one question for today" "i can handle that i guess" he shrugged. " what was in the tin bottle you gave me yesterday?" i looked into his eyes intently and he groaned.
 crazzzed · Fri Feb 15, 2008 @ 06:15am · 0 Comments |
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