A/N: Thanx to everyone who reviewed! I really appreciate it. Sheesh! I know it's dramatic and all, but only in messed up stories does the main character die!!! Actually, I did that one time in a story...the main character died after getting hit by a car. =) His girlfriend was forever depressed after that. Stacie's got a chance, though! Lets just say it all depends upon your state of mind. =)
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It was midnight when Stacie ran to her room and locked the door. She had just barely done so as the fun began...getting kneed, punched, then the feeling of glass crashing over her head came. Everything went black. Pain swirled in her head. Shortly after, evil light invaded her eyes. They felt dry. No matter how many times she blinked, her eyes felt dry.
"...no, NO!" She cried out in pain as something stabbed her arm. Tears ran down her cheeks as the pain increased.
Guilt overwhelmed him as he walked past Stacie's door. He had said so many horrible things that he had not meant. An agonizing scream came her room, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
"STACIE!!!" He yelled. He tried violently to open the door, but it was locked. Over and over again he tried knocking down the door, but failed miserably each time...
"I have you for five whole hours, Stacie. That's five hours of playtime." He grinned malicously as he looked down at the girl on the floor. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words would not come. Her throat was too dry. He snapped his fingers, and immediately one of his minnions appeared.
"Get me a knife and some posion in a syringe. You know what kind." It disapeared and returned with what its master had commanded. She gripped the leg of the bed and glared up at the evil form.
"My mind is not that easily messed with." He sneered.
"It's not you're mind I'm messing with, it's your body, miss intelligent."
"That's where you're wrong." She slowly began to sit up, feeling slightly stronger. "Pain...is a state of mind. No longer will I let you control me!" She closed her eyes and pictured the form in front of her getting torn into shreds.
"NO! Stop it!" He gripped the knife in his claws and shoved it in her center. "Now is it a state of mind?!" Madness shone brightly in his eyes. Stacie forced herself to view the knife in her stomach as another feeling.
"Yes." She said firmly. She thought of light. In her mind, the sun was shining brightly. Gandalf stood there, light coming from him.
"STOP!!!" He shrieked. It sounded like a ringwraith screaming. She smiled as she heard the fear in his voice. Gandalf grew brighter, taller, and more fearsome. He strode towards the creature, staff in his hand. She could hear the evil form screaming in fear in reality. So her thoughts did affect him. The only problem was staying conscious. Sleep tugged on her mind. The vision in her brain soon began to fade...it laughed. Soon she felt a stab in her arm.
She screamed in pain as something was forced into her bloodstream. The liquid burned inside of her. She slowly slipped away as somewhere it seemed in another world a loud sound boomed, and a terrible scream sounded soon after...
"Are the preparations made?" Elrond asked hurriedly.
"Yes. Her time runs out! Are we ready?" Gandalf gave a concerned glance at the girl in the elf's arms. They had pulled out the knife, but she was losing blood quickly, and there was nothing that could be done about the posion that ran through her blood like wildfire. A single tear fell from Legolas' eye, and onto Stacie's cheek. Such a fate was it to feel extreme sorrow...
"Legolas, she must go now." Legolas looked up, his eyes a little glassy, and then back down to the girl in his arms. He gently picked up her fragile form and stood up. Her black hair spilled like a river as he did so. He carefully placed her on the marble table.
Galadriel placed her own white, shining cloak over Stacie has she shivered slightly. She kissed her forehead and wished her a safe journey. Light began to shine from the tip of Gandalf's staff. Its light covered Stacie and consumed her. Within seconds, a bright blinding flash came, and she was gone.
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A/N: Okay, in case you're wondering, Mr. Evil ran in a scurry when Legolas entered the room. Cuz Elves are really good and pure, plus they're immortal, and Mr. Evil doesn't like to hang around those kind've people. What kind've posion did he inject into her? That's for me to know and you to find out. =)
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It was midnight when Stacie ran to her room and locked the door. She had just barely done so as the fun began...getting kneed, punched, then the feeling of glass crashing over her head came. Everything went black. Pain swirled in her head. Shortly after, evil light invaded her eyes. They felt dry. No matter how many times she blinked, her eyes felt dry.
"...no, NO!" She cried out in pain as something stabbed her arm. Tears ran down her cheeks as the pain increased.
Guilt overwhelmed him as he walked past Stacie's door. He had said so many horrible things that he had not meant. An agonizing scream came her room, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
"STACIE!!!" He yelled. He tried violently to open the door, but it was locked. Over and over again he tried knocking down the door, but failed miserably each time...
"I have you for five whole hours, Stacie. That's five hours of playtime." He grinned malicously as he looked down at the girl on the floor. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words would not come. Her throat was too dry. He snapped his fingers, and immediately one of his minnions appeared.
"Get me a knife and some posion in a syringe. You know what kind." It disapeared and returned with what its master had commanded. She gripped the leg of the bed and glared up at the evil form.
"My mind is not that easily messed with." He sneered.
"It's not you're mind I'm messing with, it's your body, miss intelligent."
"That's where you're wrong." She slowly began to sit up, feeling slightly stronger. "Pain...is a state of mind. No longer will I let you control me!" She closed her eyes and pictured the form in front of her getting torn into shreds.
"NO! Stop it!" He gripped the knife in his claws and shoved it in her center. "Now is it a state of mind?!" Madness shone brightly in his eyes. Stacie forced herself to view the knife in her stomach as another feeling.
"Yes." She said firmly. She thought of light. In her mind, the sun was shining brightly. Gandalf stood there, light coming from him.
"STOP!!!" He shrieked. It sounded like a ringwraith screaming. She smiled as she heard the fear in his voice. Gandalf grew brighter, taller, and more fearsome. He strode towards the creature, staff in his hand. She could hear the evil form screaming in fear in reality. So her thoughts did affect him. The only problem was staying conscious. Sleep tugged on her mind. The vision in her brain soon began to fade...it laughed. Soon she felt a stab in her arm.
She screamed in pain as something was forced into her bloodstream. The liquid burned inside of her. She slowly slipped away as somewhere it seemed in another world a loud sound boomed, and a terrible scream sounded soon after...
"Are the preparations made?" Elrond asked hurriedly.
"Yes. Her time runs out! Are we ready?" Gandalf gave a concerned glance at the girl in the elf's arms. They had pulled out the knife, but she was losing blood quickly, and there was nothing that could be done about the posion that ran through her blood like wildfire. A single tear fell from Legolas' eye, and onto Stacie's cheek. Such a fate was it to feel extreme sorrow...
"Legolas, she must go now." Legolas looked up, his eyes a little glassy, and then back down to the girl in his arms. He gently picked up her fragile form and stood up. Her black hair spilled like a river as he did so. He carefully placed her on the marble table.
Galadriel placed her own white, shining cloak over Stacie has she shivered slightly. She kissed her forehead and wished her a safe journey. Light began to shine from the tip of Gandalf's staff. Its light covered Stacie and consumed her. Within seconds, a bright blinding flash came, and she was gone.
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A/N: Okay, in case you're wondering, Mr. Evil ran in a scurry when Legolas entered the room. Cuz Elves are really good and pure, plus they're immortal, and Mr. Evil doesn't like to hang around those kind've people. What kind've posion did he inject into her? That's for me to know and you to find out. =)