Disclaimer: Don't own anything. This goes for the whole fic.
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The woman drug herself to the door. Her footsteps were heavy. The rain pounded mercilessly against her beaten and weary form. She looked up at the house. The rain and wind made it look even more foreboding. The woman simply looked at it grimly. She thought back to the reason she was here.
~Flashback~
The man grabbed her and beat her. Her shaking form scrunched up, face down on the floor.
"Please! I beg of you.... Please stop... No..." The woman cried and moaned, her pleas directed at the assailant, who simply shrugged them off.
"You... I know you're hiding it somewhere! Where do you keep your safe? All your money... all your jewelry..." The man looked down and smirked. He kicked her over and knelt down. He slid a hand under her shirt and across her stomach. "Or maybe all the jewels you have is right here?"
"What... No... Please stop..." The woman cried out softly, terrified... Suddenly, a creak to their right caught their attention.
"M-Mommy? What's wrong? What's happening?" A seven-year-old girl stood in the doorway, trembling with fear. She started to walk towards them, when a strangled scream came from her mother, the woman on the ground.
"NO! Run away! Eliza! Run!" Her mother cried, screaming her throat raw. The man punched her, hard enough to shut her up. The girl cried out and started to run. The man smoothly stood up, took out a gun and shot.
Bang.
The body fell, and moved no more.
"No..." the woman was overcome with sobs. Her baby... Her baby was dead. The lifeless eyes caught her glance. They were frozen in fear, the adrenaline slowly dying in her veins, but still showing. Her pupil's were dilated. Blood ran down her face.
"Heh." The man said in amusement. He walked over to the body and examined it before kicking it into the wall like an old rag. A choked sob came from the woman. He walked over to her again. He looked into her eyes and stopped. They were dead. All though, that was the most descriptive word he could use, he knew what was really happening was not physical, but emotional. She was broken. Now she would submit to anything he had planned for her. He smirked and bent down.
The woman's last thoughts before oblivion was, 'I don't care.... I don't care if I die....'
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A month later, she moved out of the city. Her assailant was caught. He was punished accordingly, but before he was taken away, he saw the woman and smirked, just like that night. He knew he had taken her that night, and had broken her. No amount of healing could possibly help her.
That day, when the woman moved into Tashmore Lake, a small town, far from where she used to live. She went shopping, she ate out and she met the neighbors. On her face was the most fake smile ever known to man. In reality, she was still inside. She was cold, dead, and desolate in mind and soul. 'I want to die...' and it was in this day she heard them. The rumors about a man. This man was said to have been a murderer, having already killed 4 people. And he got away with it. She stored this info away and went home.
"I'm home...." She said to an empty house, with empty rooms and halls, to house an empty heart... 'I should commit suicide....' She thought... 'No. I tried that before. I just can't do it... That robber.... He left me alive just so I have to live with it.... If only someone else can kill me...' And then, the thought struck.
Morten Rainey.
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Well.... That was the prologue.... Any good? I hope it was. this has been burning a metaphorical hole through my head all day! Please review! I'm hoping for at least 10 reviews.... For the first chappie anyway.
Lotsa luv ~Crystal
The woman drug herself to the door. Her footsteps were heavy. The rain pounded mercilessly against her beaten and weary form. She looked up at the house. The rain and wind made it look even more foreboding. The woman simply looked at it grimly. She thought back to the reason she was here.
~Flashback~
The man grabbed her and beat her. Her shaking form scrunched up, face down on the floor.
"Please! I beg of you.... Please stop... No..." The woman cried and moaned, her pleas directed at the assailant, who simply shrugged them off.
"You... I know you're hiding it somewhere! Where do you keep your safe? All your money... all your jewelry..." The man looked down and smirked. He kicked her over and knelt down. He slid a hand under her shirt and across her stomach. "Or maybe all the jewels you have is right here?"
"What... No... Please stop..." The woman cried out softly, terrified... Suddenly, a creak to their right caught their attention.
"M-Mommy? What's wrong? What's happening?" A seven-year-old girl stood in the doorway, trembling with fear. She started to walk towards them, when a strangled scream came from her mother, the woman on the ground.
"NO! Run away! Eliza! Run!" Her mother cried, screaming her throat raw. The man punched her, hard enough to shut her up. The girl cried out and started to run. The man smoothly stood up, took out a gun and shot.
Bang.
The body fell, and moved no more.
"No..." the woman was overcome with sobs. Her baby... Her baby was dead. The lifeless eyes caught her glance. They were frozen in fear, the adrenaline slowly dying in her veins, but still showing. Her pupil's were dilated. Blood ran down her face.
"Heh." The man said in amusement. He walked over to the body and examined it before kicking it into the wall like an old rag. A choked sob came from the woman. He walked over to her again. He looked into her eyes and stopped. They were dead. All though, that was the most descriptive word he could use, he knew what was really happening was not physical, but emotional. She was broken. Now she would submit to anything he had planned for her. He smirked and bent down.
The woman's last thoughts before oblivion was, 'I don't care.... I don't care if I die....'
~*~*~*~
A month later, she moved out of the city. Her assailant was caught. He was punished accordingly, but before he was taken away, he saw the woman and smirked, just like that night. He knew he had taken her that night, and had broken her. No amount of healing could possibly help her.
That day, when the woman moved into Tashmore Lake, a small town, far from where she used to live. She went shopping, she ate out and she met the neighbors. On her face was the most fake smile ever known to man. In reality, she was still inside. She was cold, dead, and desolate in mind and soul. 'I want to die...' and it was in this day she heard them. The rumors about a man. This man was said to have been a murderer, having already killed 4 people. And he got away with it. She stored this info away and went home.
"I'm home...." She said to an empty house, with empty rooms and halls, to house an empty heart... 'I should commit suicide....' She thought... 'No. I tried that before. I just can't do it... That robber.... He left me alive just so I have to live with it.... If only someone else can kill me...' And then, the thought struck.
Morten Rainey.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Well.... That was the prologue.... Any good? I hope it was. this has been burning a metaphorical hole through my head all day! Please review! I'm hoping for at least 10 reviews.... For the first chappie anyway.
Lotsa luv ~Crystal