Author's Note: I was going over the fanfics I've written in the last two or three years and I noticed my first fanfic "A Cousin Within My Heart" I could still remember sitting down on the computer, typing away endlessly as the story unfolded in my mind and I tried to capture as much of it as possible and put it into words, pushing the limit of my not-so-bright eleven year old mind to its limits.
At first I was proud of my work and I went on to write three sequels, but now that I'm older (and a little wiser) I've taken another look at "A Cousin Within My Heart" and I have to admit, I hated it. I wanted to delete the story but then opted to replace it at the last minute.
So here is my first story, rewritten under a whole new plotline and a whole new title. The first chapter will be written in the first person's view of my OC Lisa Mooncrest but she is completely different from the way I had portrayed her when I published my fanfic the first time.
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It's raining again today.
Something in my thoughts told me that it was, even though all I could see were four solid walls of concrete and a gray metal door with a closed window that slid open from time to time, revealing eyes that would gaze upon me for a second or two before disappearing and the window would be closed again.
Wouldn't it be nice to see rain, to feel rain, to hear its melody out in the open….
This whole fascination began when Doc brought a book for me filled with pictures. One of them was a gray cloud and white lines falling down from it. Next to the picture was the word "rain." My mind repeated the word over and over again. Rain… what a nice word.
Doc saw my fascination with rain and explained what it was. At first it didn't make any sense- how could the sky cry? The sky was not human; therefore it could not shed tears. Doc laughed when I told him that he did not make any sense. He told me I wouldn't be able to understand if he explained it in the words that he and his "people" used.
I asked him if he had ever seen rain. He told me he had seen it a lot of times and that not many people liked the rain because it meant that they could not go out of their houses and go places and that in some areas, people get flooded and they have to be rescued. Doc was using big words on me agaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnnn. It's not fair. Why can't I understand big words like him?
When I told Doc what I was feeling and thinking, he laughed. Then he said that it was good I was talking about what I felt and thought and that maybe one day he can explain the rain to me when I can understand more big words. Then he had to go because he had to check on them crazy people. I asked him if I was crazy.
"I don't think so. But for some reason, you're not normal," he replied before the door was shut and it reared its ugly black metal face to me once again. Normal? What is normal? It sounded like one of Doc's big words. I should ask him what it means one day.
While Doc checks on them crazy people, I try to imagine what rain smells, feels, and looks like. I couldn't look at the picture again because Doc had to take it so that I won't end up hurting myself again like last time. It wasn't fair. I wanted to see the rain again!
So now I'm just sitting on the noisy bed in my room, hugging my bestest friends: my knees. They always make me feel better when I feel sad and lonely, which was a lot of times. I have my head on them, staring at nothing, my mind thinking about rain. Doc must be very lucky to have seen rain while I am stuck here trying to imagine what it is like to be in the rain.
I want to run and run and run around until I fall down on the ground and watch the rain fall. Ooohh…. it would be better if it was raining during the night and there were all these pretty lights up in the sky. While I imagined the kind of night I wanted to see, I heard loud noises outside.
It wasn't really loud but I heard it. It sounded like BANG! BANG! BANG! And then there was someone who yelled, "no! Please don't kill me!"
Then it was followed by another BANG!
I wonder what's going on outside. Definitely didn't sound like it was a good thing. I wonder if Doc would come and tell me what happened.
Then I heard footsteps coming and then the door was open and it made contact with the wall, making a loud sound that hurt my ears. There were these two guys who were all black and their faces were covered.
"Is this her?" The voice was a guy's, kind of like Doc's but not Doc himself.
"Yeah. Let's get the girl and leave," said the other one.
The guy who talked first came forward and took my hand and it was really painful. I ended up going a little wobbly on my two feet but I managed to stand up okay and walked along. The other guy followed from behind.
I looked around the hallway as soon as I left my room. There was this red liquid on the walls and on the floor and it looked like it came from some of the people who were just like Doc. They were sitting against the wall or lying down on the floor and they weren't moving. Shame. They were supposed to be working like Doc! What were they doing just sitting against the wall or lying on the ground?
I reached out to poke one of them but the guy in black pulled my arm and I didn't get to touch the guy. Phooey.
"Hey! That hurt!" I yelled loudly.
"Why are you touching the dead?" he replied. Dead?
"Are you like Doc? Because you're using a big word on meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" I wailed as we got to a door that had the same color as the red stuff coming out of the sleepy people. The guy who was hurting me opened it and there was white stuff all over the ground. I found myself shaking. It was cold!
"I can't wait to get rid of this one. She's more of a pain in the ass than the previous ones we went after already," the guy said and he walked right outside. I only had the clothes that were given to me the first day I arrived at Doc's workplace and it didn't make the cold go away. I couldn't wail at him again for using big words. I wanted to be back in my room! At least I wasn't cold in there!
He went to a black car and stopped walking. He took out something shiny and he put it into this small round shiny thing on the car and then he pulled something. A door was opened and I was pushed inside. Then the door was closed and then two more were opened in the front and then the two guys in black came in. One of them sat on the left and the other sat on the right.
"Where's Doc? What happened to him?" I asked while curling up into a ball to keep myself warm.
"Doc? He's dead. Just like everyone else in that hallway," answered the guy on the right.
"There you go again! Why are you using big words like Doc? And how come you're not wearing white like Doc? And why are you taking me out of my room? I'm not supposed to be outside my room!" I complained.
"Well, we're like your friend Doc, only more special. And he told us that we have to bring you somewhere else so that you'll feel better," said the guy on the left.
"You're lying!" I protested. And then it hit me. "Ooooooooh! You'll be in big trouble when Doc finds out you took me out of my room! Even he can't bring me out of my room," I added.
"Well, you don't see anyone complaining, kiddo. So do us a favor and keep quiet until we get back to the base," the guy on the right replied as the car started moving. Then the car got warm and nice and I wasn't cold anymore.
"Base? That's another big word, isn't it? And how are you more special than Doc? Do you have cookies or books like Doc? Better yet, do you have raaaaaaaaaaaaiiin with you?" I asked. This time, no one answered. It felt weird that I didn't get an answer. Usually when I talk with Doc he always listens and he talks back.
Maybe they were just like those people who were being lazy in the hallway. They don't talk a lot but they just tell me some big words and then they don't say anything anymore. So I decided to hug my knees again and just imagine myself in the rain and the pretty sky with all the lights. After a while they hurt so I decided to move around and I saw that I could put my legs out so I did and then I felt sleepy so I slept.
When I woke up I was on a really nice chair and there was this small window next to me and it was closed. In front of me was one of the guys. I don't know if he's the one who held my hand and made it hurt or the guy who was walking behind because they looked the same to me.
Next to him was the other guy. "Go back to sleep," he said.
"Why?"
"Because we don't have to deal with your constant babbling. Now go to sleep."
"But I'm not sleepy! And I'm hungry!" I replied. The guy made a sound that was like the one that Doc made when he sounded tired and he explained to me some big words he used when I first came to the hospital. That was the first big word I learned when I asked Doc where I was.
The guy in black then walked up to me with a white cloth in his hand and put it over my nose and mouth. I couldn't breathe and I waved my arms and kicked and tried to scream until I felt sleepy again and then it was back to sleeping.
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The first chapter may come off a little confusing and I'm going to provide a little bit of background information as to somehow explain what's going on without giving away too much.
In this fanfic, Lisa Mooncrest is a supposedly "insane" eighteen year old girl and for this chapter I tried to mix in some insanity into her personality along with a slight dose of immaturity. It's a total jump from the way I had portrayed her as a Mary Sue when my first story was published.
She's obviously narrating her abduction from the hospital by two of Black Ghost's "recruiters" (for lack of a better word…. I would use henchmen but I think it doesn't really describe what they are since henchmen are just pawns and expendable people whereas recruiters seem to play an important role in the Black Ghost organization) but she doesn't understand the fact that she is being abducted.
Lisa questions almost everything she doesn't know due to her curiosity and she often thinks and talks like a four year old. She is supposedly "insane" (although she doesn't seem to know it or she seems to reject that idea) which is the reason why she's in the mental institution and she had attempted suicide prior to being checked into the hospital, which may also account for her presence there (Doc didn't want to leave her alone with the books for fear she might cut herself with them).
Her thoughts are mixed: sometimes they're ramblings, sometimes they're expressing her curiosity and her feelings of sadness and loneliness, and sometimes she just thinks based on what she had been taught by Doc.
Hopefully I'll be able to update really soon and give you more of a heads-up as to what will happen in the near future. Check my profile/bio for any possible updates since I can't just load up author's notes and pose it as a chapter.
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