It's me again. The evil author who enjoys... not... writing stuff for a very long time... Okay, on to the story which I basically forgot the plot to ^_^
The room was lit with a cheap little lamp that barely made it any brighter. There was a strange sensation flooding through her as she closely obsereved the room. What was this place? Through the shabby door on the other end, a nun with a twisted face entered. "I thought I told you already! Get the ^#$% up and do it correctly this time!"
Stunned, the girl made no movements. At this, the nun's already ugly face snarled up, "I won't ask you this again." The words spoken, a queazy feeling filled the disobedient child. What is this?
"You think that by now you would stop being so immature. If I ask for you to do just a little favor, you get all whiney. Like we need another $%%#$ing lazy $#%^ around here." The harsh words fell on her like freezing rain. Staring up at the complaining nun, it all felt like she had seen this scene before. "Stop laying around all day, and get off your %$!"
She had felt this intense anger before, the burning rage, wishing her to smash that nun's face in. And as her fury slowly dug it's sharp claws into her, her clenched fist moved on it's own. She remembered this completely. It was the day she, Regan, had defied all of her teachings.
She commited murder. No, she witnessed it. She witnessed as her own body lost control and started thrashing at the unknowing nun. There was no other option for her. But why where these unkown yet so very familiar memories pounding in to her mind?
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"STOP! What in the %^&$ do you think you're doing? That girl is of royal heritage! If we can get her across the border unditected we will be able to finish off what was left for us. Do you under-" Blood. What is going on? Princess or not, that was no way to treat a lady! Such brutes highway men are!
"Be carefull, she's gone berserk!" A wide smile swept on to her lips, glistening with a perfect shade of red lipstick. Now now, who ever said that a girl wasn't able to throw a few punches every now and then? Pure delight fell over her face as she nimbly lept towards the former captors. Her perfectly shaped nails with their lilac hue were about to be stained crimson-
With agility, the princess sliced her nails through the nearest highway man. Blood oozed down her hands. As she dove for her next target a stinging pain, followed by numbness took over her being. She instantley dropped to the ground. "You fool! That tranquillizer is powerful!" From the ground, things were slowly fading in to a blurry contrast of white and black.
Time was buzzing by fast when she heard a faint voice. Not able to make out all of the words, except two. Bad luck. Regan glanced up to see what roughly looked like a person. Even though she saw that, there was something about them that reminded her of a cat.
Her mind blanked for what felt like only a mere second. But when she awoke, all of the highway men were dead.
Snapping back to her senses, she whipped her head up to see a fading silhouette.
Regan stretched her hand towards the retreating shadow, as if in a feeble attempt to grasp even a small clue as to what was going on. Why was this happening? None of it made any sense! Tears soon began trailing down her cheeks as her throat started clenching. Feeling as if she was about to choke, she let out a desperate scream. At that moment, the words that freely poured through her mouth sounded like a foreign langauge to her. Yet as she spoke them, the mysterious silhouette came to light.
"Is there a reason why such words would come out of a princesses mouth?"
I think I really flunked this one! But I tried my best to remember what in the world I was plotting for the plot line. So I guess this is a cliff hanger? If so, you might have to hang on to that cliff for awhile.