Prologue:
This is the untold story of me, Marie Reynolds, born 1893, just a few years before the wonderful and magnificent 20th century dawned.
My family had great ambitions for me, in the new world I could become anything, a designer, artist, or even a doctor. The world brought forth marvelous inventions as I went through my schooling, a gas powered automobile, steam powered boats, and soon ships.
The sad truth was, even with all my potential and all the world had to offer, it was all out of my hands, when fate stepped in and wiped my parents off the face of the earth in an automobile crash. Suddenly I hated all the new things the 20th century had brought the world. They had taken my family from me. With little to no money, and nowhere to stay, I had only one choice of career.
My 'business dealings,' as I preferred to think of them, eventually helped me work my way back up into halfway decent society. Of course they had no knowledge how I acquired my nice clothes, jewelry, and eventually a small apartment of my own.
It all changed the day my richest client, J. Bruce Ismay, visited me, excited, and hardly able to resemble anything more than a schoolboy who has been told he has the day off.
Bruce was the chairman and director of a line of steamships, called the White Star Line. His newest acquisition? A humongous ship that was called the 'Queen of the Sea' by many already, and was going to change the world as we knew it. According to Bruce of course.
I was barely even tuned in, when he caught my attention, with a snap in my face. I turned to him and frowned,
"Was that really necessary?" I muttered and he took my face in his hands, so I couldn't possibly ignore him.
"Yes my dear. I was saying, I've bought you a ticket. You're going to see the Americas! You can finally leave this shithole behind. I certainly am beyond ready to."
I was stunned. Words escaped me. I stood there, like a statue, my eyes merely blinking, and a mad laugh escaped me.
"What about your family? Surely you won't be leaving them behind? Why would you pick me?"
"Well of course I am. I can't afford for all of them to travel with me. Besides there will be plenty of time for them to accompany me. Not on the maiden voyage."
'Of course, much cheaper to bring your whore than your family.' I thought bitterly.
A smile was all I gave to indicate my feelings. A sad smile. Perhaps I could find a real chance over in America. After all, it was the land of freedom.
A/N: As mentioned this was inspired by a dream i had, just last night. Again, i thought i was done writing, but this idea refused to be ignored. It is AU for a reason, and though i'm not used to creating original characters, i really like this one. Please R/R to let me know what you think! Thanks!