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Post by LightHeart on Jun 30, 2009 10:59:40 GMT -5
--Warning: This story contains Violence, Cursing and blood. Do not read if easily offended--
*beep*
"Is it on?"
"Yeah, go head and talk,hon."
"Hi. My name is Scarlet Saydeed Oliver-Kyojin. I'm an 18 year old African-American. I live with my two "brothers", Markel Kyojin and Haseo Kyojin. I used to lived with my deceased mother and father, Bilal Oliver and Laqusha Oliver in North Dakota...now what?
"Start telling them your story."
"Man...I don't know where to start."
"...Start at the beginning..."
" Well it all started when I was three...."
I grew up with a violent mother...well violent isn't the word for her behavior. She was a cruel woman,who enjoyed the torment of others,especial children...namely me. Every single torture tactic you can think of...she's done it. My father, on the other hand, was kinder the the kindest person on the planet. You couldn't find a better man than him; he was always working, trying to get us things so we could be happy. My father ha four jobs, one on Mondays and Wednesdays another on Fridays and two on Weekends. Only got to see him once a week...but sometimes an night, he'd be in my room reading me book 'cause he knew I wasn't asleep.
"Scarlet! Bring your ass here!"I came running to my mother. I knew at an early age to not to piss her off.
"Yes, Mama?" I asked, sweetness ladled of my voice. I didn't want her angrier than she already was.
"Where are my cigars?!" She roared.
"Daddy told me to--" She struck me on the side of my face. I fell to the ground and whimpered in pain. I'd been hit like that lots of times, but that time had to be the worst. I watch in horror as she went to the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife in the house. The gleam from it is something I'll never forget...because with it she cut me...right below my left eye.
I screamed in shock and it pain. Why is she doing this to me, I thought, what did I do wrong? I pressed my hands to the bleeding scar. The warm red ooze dripped out between my fingers.
She picked me by my hair and hissed it my ear," don't touch my shit...Now go get my cigars." She threw me across the floor of the living room; I quickly scrambled up and ran to the bathroom where she flaming death sticks were.
Luckily, that day was a Tuesday so Daddy came home. My mother crafted this deceptive tale about me playing with the knife and her trying to stop me. He scolded me for an hour or two then took me to the hospital.
The abuse went on and on in the days to come. I started to hate my mother for doing these things that I had no idea why she was doing them. By the time I was six, I despised her...It was also the time that will be etched in my memory forever.
My parents were argued again. It was the tenth time today and I was getting sick of it. I hopped of my bed to see what all the yelling was for this time, but as soon as I did, a gunshot rang through the house. I ran out my room and screamed...My mother had just shot my father....He was dead.
"Do you need a break, darling?"
"Yes,please."
((Rushed and choppy...I know =/ ))
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Post by natalie on Jun 30, 2009 15:05:10 GMT -5
Really great start, Poor Scarlet!!
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Post by LightHeart on Jun 30, 2009 20:31:17 GMT -5
It gets worst. :,(
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Post by LightHeart on Jun 30, 2009 21:53:15 GMT -5
"Are you ready,dear?"
" Yes."
I looked at my trigger-happy mother with fear; had she gone mad? I snatched the telephone and ran back to my room. I locked the door and sat in a corner with my back to the door. I quickly dialed 9-1-1 to call the police.
"Hello, 9-1-1..."
"Help! My Mama shot my Daddy!
"Calm down, little girl. Do you know the name of the street you live on?
"35775 LaFette St....Please hurry!"
"Okay, I'm sending the police now. What every you do, don't hang up."
I was just to reply when I heard another gunshot. I pun around to see my mother...aiming the gun at my heart.
"No." I groveled. She simply sneer and pulled the trigger. Pain filled my entire being, like someone was ripping me apart...Then...nothing.
When I finally woke up,I was surrounded by white. I thought I was in heaven for several minutes before I can to my scenes and figure out that I was in a Hospital. A nurse came in and patted my head.
"How's our brave little patient?" she cooed. I felt no spite it she voice so I concluded that she wasn't here to hurt me.
"Wh-Where's Daddy?..." I whimpered, fearing what my answer was.
The nurse's eyes glaze over with sadness, her face...emotionless, "Your father is...dead,hon."
Tears erupted from my eyes, "Wh-where's M-m..."
"You mother has been taking into custody...She'll never hurt you again."
I didn't hear the last words she said...I was to busy crying.
" That's all I remember of that...My next memories is in the orphanage..."
"Well start from there, Dear."
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Post by natalie on Jun 30, 2009 22:30:03 GMT -5
So sad, really intense, gives Scarlett a hug.
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Post by pr on Jun 30, 2009 22:44:51 GMT -5
*lip quivers*
AWWW POOR SCARLET!!!!! *cuddles scarlet* you poor poor girl TT.TT
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Post by LightHeart on Jun 30, 2009 23:15:29 GMT -5
Scarlet (age:15): It's Scar!! =_=... Call me "Scarlet" again and something bad will happen to you...
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Post by LightHeart on Jul 1, 2009 12:40:21 GMT -5
"*sigh* Well, My memories at the orphanage weren't happy ones...Because of my Attitude and bitterness, no one would adopt me..."
"We don't want her!! She's too vulgar and she faintly smells of beer!"
"Scarlet is a good child! Honest!"
" HA!"
I stood outside of the office door, eavesdropping on the conversation. I rolled my eyes,another failed adoption. So far, I've been rejected 156 times. I slid to the floor as the couple walked out,glaring at me with disdain; I couldn't care less. Tightening my over sized boots that one belonged to my beloved father, I made my way back to my room.
On the way, the other kids looked at me with fear...some with pity, but I needed no sympathy. No one will ever heal my scars...They are as clear as the scar on my face. I had abandoned my birth name long ago...no...'Scarlet' hadn't been abandoned...she died,along with her hopes, dreams and...her father. Scar was all that remained...and that's all I'll ever be.
I sat in front of the mirror for a while. Why? I'll never know. Maybe a little piece of Scarlet Sayeed Oliver was still alive and was trying to make her way back to the world...but all I saw was a ugly black girl with dreads and a long scar under her left eye. I snorted at my foolishness. "C'mon now, Scar. You fifteen ears old now...You ain't got time for fairy tales..."
"Heh..."
"What?"
"Nothing...Nothing at all."
Days when by and still no one wanted me...As days turn in to weeks and months, I was feed up. I was sick of not being wanted, so I gathered all my belongings and I...ran away. I thought that I could do thing on my own.
Being homeless was tough...but I pulled through. I learned to steal without getting caught and how to avoid the police because...well...you know. For the first few months, I stayed in cold, drafty, pest-filled alleys. It wasn't a five-star hotel...but I was dry and safe...more or less. Summers and Springs were nice.Fall was okay, but Winter was the worst. The wind would go straight through you...Man, was it awful! Luckily, I had found and abandoned warehouse to stay in. One day, it was unusually warm and I was making my way back to the warehouse when I saw someone laying motionless on the sidewalk.
My first thought was,"It's just another bum." but when I came into close proximity, I saw that it wasn't a bum...It was a girl with pink hair.
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Post by natalie on Jul 1, 2009 12:55:15 GMT -5
Like all the vivid descriptions and details, great update! like the cliffhanger.
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 7, 2009 15:12:40 GMT -5
^0^ Ohhh! I'm very interested in hearing more of this ;^; Though poor girl, she really needs some love <3
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Post by LightHeart on Jul 11, 2009 15:16:45 GMT -5
(( Update!! I might revise the others alittle))
Who ever this girl was, she was from a wealthy family. I could tel from the clothing she wore. I poked the girl with the end of my boot. "Hey! Get ya lazy ass up." She stirred but did not move. I flipped her over; blood filled my sight.
"Damn,girl...Somebody fucked you up bad." I mutter to the unconscious girl. Something in me told me to take her 'home'. I didn't know why,though...Maybe I saw a bit of myself in her...I'll never know. I threw her over my shoulder and walked to the warehouse.
After cleaning her wounds the best I could and binding them, I popped open a can of beer that I...stole earlier in the week and chugged it down. I stared at this weird girl with bad taste in hair color.
"Well, pinky, It's just you and me."
"M-my name is not 'Pinky'."
"What the fuck?!!?" I screeched, dropping my beer, "you're...awake?! Hell, don't scare me like that!"
I took a moment to gather my thoughts before I asked the girl how she was. Apparently, she a Faerie named Persephone from a place called Estavel. She got lost when she was separated from her master and got attack by some monsters. I laughed at her a told he how stupid she'd sounded.
"Girl, you being reading to many fantasy books, ain't no way you a faerie." I jeered scornfully.
Persephone gave me a sappy look, "It's true! Watch!" She raised a hand a made a face as if her had to go to the bathroom.
I scoffed at the child, she really thought she was magic. My jeering quickly ceased as a glowing orb appeared in her raised hand. Dumbfounded, I walked toward the light like a moth.
"Damn...You ARE magic...but last time I checked, Faeries are 3-6 inches right?"
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 11, 2009 20:20:09 GMT -5
o.O Oh my...XD; I can see the wings grow and a booming starting up right now! x3 I wonder how the 'master' is going to take the new girl with his fae <3
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Post by LightHeart on Jul 11, 2009 20:36:49 GMT -5
Ah,Ama...you always know what's going on! ;D
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 11, 2009 20:38:33 GMT -5
xD I can't help but think ahead when you leave the sentence on edge like that! *flails and clings*
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Post by Neon on Jul 11, 2009 21:05:59 GMT -5
... I was already a bit curious about what was going on. But Amayasama's comment's have made me even more so. I look forward to seeing more.
By the way, Scar's situation sounds truly saddening. I hope this pink-haired girl will be a good friend for her. XP
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Post by natalie on Jul 12, 2009 1:01:11 GMT -5
I AGREE WITH AMAYASAMA AND NEON!! THIS HAS ME INTRIGUED!!
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Post by giantblackcat on Jul 12, 2009 6:38:51 GMT -5
Woooow!! Continue!
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Post by LightHeart on Jul 15, 2009 18:21:25 GMT -5
The Fae girl smiled shyly,"We faeries can change sizes so we can only what you call 3-6 inches or we can be what master calls 3-6 inches. In master's measurements,I am alittie over 4 inches which should make you 5 and a half inches at best,Miss..."
I stared a the girl,confusion clear on my face. What was she talking about? She wasn't near four inches!...but then again...
Persephone turned toward the window, as if she's waiting on some thing?
"What are you looking for?" I asked warily. I was seriously afraid of what my answer would be.
She turned to me, eyes ablaze with excitement and glee."What you are about to see may scare you. You may want to run and I understand why...Prepare to meet my master."
A thundering crash sounded off in the distance. It was close...Don't know how closer but it was close. I went to the window and what I saw took my breath away in the worst way possible. Coming quickly toward the warehouse were two giants. One had brown hair and was smiling ever so politely. The other was blond and looked as if he was going to go on a rampage of indifference. They looked alike but at the same time they were different.
I glared at Persephone, "You dumb ass! You brought them here?!" I roared in fear.
She nodded obliviously, "Why, of course! Master wants to thank you in person and I he brought his twin brother as well!" Her smile was a mile wide, but my face was in a twisted grimace.
I could most likely take the giant with alot of luck...but a giant AND his twin brother...No fucking way.
I grabbed the fae's hand a ran into the heart of the warehouse, fear driving my adrenaline.
"You're a fucking asshole, Persephone, A FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!
"What's an Asshole?" She inquired as we jumped down several steps.
"You've lived a shelter life,haven't you." I quipped. She simply stared at me;I hate dumb people, especially magic ones
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Post by giantblackcat on Jul 15, 2009 18:26:38 GMT -5
=D!!!!!!!!
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 15, 2009 20:10:11 GMT -5
xD HAHA! Me for the win! *flails* x3 Ohhhhhhh I can't wait to see more ;D How I wuv how this is turning out <3
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