Disclaimer: Any of this story that is part of the book or movie belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. The song lyrics mentioned is by Jodie Grant or Gnant (found it both ways, but feel like it is Grant). The name of the song is "My Little Dancer." So far characters Madison, Jenkins, and Marcy belong to me. This is for entertainment purposes only, no infringement is intended.
Personal Note: I put this together in a hurry so don't laugh too hard at my grammar. This story sprang from my love of "Lord of the Rings" and a very bored day. Hopefully, you can just relax and enjoy my story.
When White Rose's Bleed
Hitchman High School Auditorium
"Our next performer," Mrs. Jenkins replied with pride as she pointed to the darkened stage, "is Madison Romaine. She will be singing a song by singer Jodie Grant called My Little Dancer. This song can be found on Jodie's CD Treasure Quest." The lights came on a bright white color. Then the lights softened into a soft blue glow, and the stage hands blew a light blue smoke onto the stage to give it an eerie effect. As the music began to play, Madison slowly walked from the shadows and began her song:
"I seek a distant hideaway, ever since you went away. Your life was tragically misunderstood. No one ever knew the good in you.
My little dancer, I know you well. The stage is where you loved to dwell. But the life you had to lead would not permit the dream you wanted, so you left it alone."
Madison slowly walked across the stage swaying her arms gracefully in the air to express the lyrics of the song. Her white satin dress flowed around her. She looked like an angel. Looking past her beauty there was a deep sadness in her black eyes as she sung softly to the crowd before her. Against her pale skin, her eyes seemed to be a darkness that had no end. Taking a silent, but deep breath she began the second verse that would never reach her lips. Her stomach begin to twist into tight knots that made a wave of sickness impale her throat. Trying to shake the feeling, she smiled sweetly and tried again. Opening her mouth to sing, the feeling grew more intense. She placed her hand delicately on her stomach and began to walk toward the exit of the stage. She'd rather leave the stage than get sick in front of all these people. When she went to exit off the stage a sudden wave of dizziness hit her hard. She staggered while her vision became a harsh blur. As if in slow motion she fell to her knees.
What's wrong with me, she thought as she tried to get up.
As she stood up, it felt like weights was being placed on her shoulders forcing her back down to her knees. Looking out at the audience for help, everything began to spin like a roulette wheel. She could hear her friend Marcy calling out to her from the front row. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she reopened them things would return to normal, but before she could open her eyes, a tightness grabbed her chest. Her mouth darted open to scream for help, but the air around her was being denied. Panic rose in her chest.
I can't breathe; she tried to cry at the audience, who just sat there dumbfounded. What's going on, she looked around frantically clawing at her throat.
Marcy was the only one who rushed to Madison's aid. Everyone else apparently thought it was part of the talent show performance. Finally Marcy reached Madison, she looked maniacally around at the audience and began screaming, "What's wrong with you people! Somebody call 911!"
Madison let out a ragged gasp. Marcy glanced down at her friend in panic. Madison could feel Marcy's warm tears hit her face as her eyes began to roll back into her head. Everything turned dark. Her lips felt cold and puffy. Her nose throbbed with an achy, stuffy sensation as she tried desperately to breathe through it. Her skin felt like it was being pricked over and over by tiny cold needles. A chilling numbness claimed her hands and feet. Then a pain that no one could ever describe tore through her chest, as her lungs tried urgently to receive whatever air she could pull through her now dried mouth.
Am I going to die? She thought as the evading darkness finally claimed her.
"Please hold on Maddy...please...you can't leave me...Maddy?...Maddy?!?" Marcy cried as Madison's body went limp and cold. Marcy cradled her friend in her arms and began to shake violently.
"Marcy?" Mrs. Jenkins replied softly as she placed her hand gently on Marcy's back.
"Dont' touch me! Madison needs help now!" Marcy wailed loudly at the elderly woman. "Stop staring at me! Go get help now!" Marcy cried at the bewildered audience.
"Marcy, sweetheart, Madison is not out here. She must have gone to the bathroom after she fell," Mrs. Jenkins replied with concern, as she looked kindly down at the poor girl.
"Are you blind!" Marcy shrieked. "Madison is righ..." Marcy paused when she realized Madison's body was gone. "But she...she fell...she was..." Marcy tried to reason out her confusion. After a few moments, she looked up at Mrs. Jenkins with confusion obviously in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," was all she could manage to say as she got up and walked off the stage.
Marcy went to the bathrooms to search for her, but Madison was not there. She decided to wait till after the show to go back stage to see if she was there. When she asked the other performers back stage, they all replied the same. No one had seen her since her performance. Mrs. Jenkins suggested that Marcy go home and get some rest, and call Madison in the morning.
"But where did she go?" Marcy asked the elderly woman with apparent distraught in her voice.
"Maybe she went home. She did look rather pale while she was performing," Mrs. Jenkins replied gently caressing Marcy's face. "Marcy, go home, get some rest, and call her in the morning. Okay, sweetie," she replied motherly as she grabbed her coat to leave.
"Okay," Marcy finally agreed and went home.
On A Dark Plane In Between Time and Space
Where am I? Madison thought as she rubbed her throbbing head.
Madison could not tell where she was. All she could see was darkness all around her, but strangely enough she could still see her self.
Wherever I am, it sure is cold, she shivered rubbing her arms.
Taking a few steps forward, she could feel some type of liquid beneath her feet. It was warm and thick. Squatting down she placed her fingertips in the liquid. Bringing her fingertips up to her nose, she tried to decide by the smell what it was. It kind of had a metallic smell to it. The smell sickened her.
"Madison," a voice beckoned her.
The voice seem to come somewhere from in front of her. It was clear with an unsettling tone that made Madison a fear deep within her rise. The feeling became so intense, she was afraid to breathe as if this voice fed of it. She could feel the malice intent it teased her with when it beckoned her. Madison stood up and tensed her muscles so tight they began to ache for release.
"Aww has my precious forgotten how to speak to her master?" The voice chided her.
"Come my Madison; speak for I have been waiting a long time for you," the voice continued with a menacing tone.
A long pause of silence passed. Madison just stood there too afraid to speak. The air seem to grow angry at her silence. As if alive, the air around her began to grow thick, giving her lungs a sense of a smothering sensation. Reaching out its ghostly fingers it tried to suffocate her by strangling her. For some reason, she did not want to give whatever it was the satisfaction of her gasping for air.
What's wrong with me. I'm not brave, she thought cowardly to herself while she tried to muster a sound.
"Speak!" The voice boomed with no warning.
Madison screamed in surprise and fell to her knees into the liquid beneath her. Raising her arms over her head, tears began to flow freely from her dark eyes.
After a moment, she could smell sulfur, and something else that was so disgustingly intense. The smell reminded her of something that had rotted. Removing her arms from her head she could see what was around her now. She was in a rocky terrain surrounded by mountains that seem to be on fire. Looking down, she saw what she was kneeling in. It was a black ooze that seems to flow through this terrain like a river. The atmosphere was no longer cold, but extremely hot. The air was so thick she had trouble breathing again.
"Madison," the voice mockingly called to her again, but this time it came from behind her.
Slowly turning around, Madison faced the voice. Madison did not truly know fear, not until her eyes found the source of the voice. Before her, above a horrific tower was a huge eye consumed by fire peering down at her. It seemed to dance with an evil glee. She somehow could feel its laughter before she heard it with her ears.
"There's my precious," the voice chuckled as Madison covered her face. Falling to her knees she cowered as close as she could to the ground beneath her.
"Leave me alone!" Madison cried over and over. The voice's laughter grew louder and louder drowning out her pitiful pleas.
Finally the laughter subsided and the darkness returned. Madison rose to her feet to run, not caring if she ran into anything. Before she could move her feet to run, the air around her was denied once more, and the gooey floor beneath her disappeared. The voice returned with an evil sweetness, "Hope you like my gift."
Madison passed out, and began to fall with no one to catch her.