Beginning Author's Note: I'd like to state that this is the REVISED first chapter. I have no memory of where I was going with this, and as I re-read it I find it stutters and stops in the most horrible of ways. I still don't have a beta reader, so if anyone out there would like to beta me, drop me a line. My e-mail addy is Please understand that I am TRYING my hardest to keep the basic plot intact, so a little M-S might be visible. If you so choose to ignore this warning, then do not flame me about Mary-Sueing. You have made the decision to read this, and I am most certainly not holding a gun to your head saying "Read or die, punk!". Especially if you do not have the courage to sign in first. Thank you.
Kiki Celleana, age 20, had a hard day at her new job. Ever since she was 15 she had worked to put food on the table, and to take care of her younger brother and sister. With the addition of the waitress job, she worked three part-time jobs and was attempting to take a few courses from the community collage. She barely had time to breath. Her waist length black hair was knotted to the point of no return and her desert tanned skin was pail from exhaustion. Her eyes, which might have shone with an inner light that went beyond stunning, were dull green. She reminded herself, should she look in a mirror, of a giant panther that had lived too long in a cage. Muttering curses under her breath, Kiki stalked up the stairs to her apartment. As she went in, her big toe caught on the bookshelf. In her exhaustion, she didn't see the book that tumbled off the top shelf to land on the same poor, unsuspecting big toe.
"GAH! HOLY HELL! DAMNED THIS STUPID…" She screamed in a whisper, not wanting to wake up her younger siblings, and especially not with curse words. It was past their bed times, any way. "Hey, Lord of the Rings!" She exclaimed, and picked up the book. It could be said that she was easily distracted. Having read the book so many times before in her childhood, when she had time, she flipped to her favorite part, A Knife in the Dark.
"Kiki?" said a small voice from the door of a darkened room left of the couch. That was the children's room. It was Kiki's little sister, Jenny. "I wan'a story." The little girl walked into the brightly lit living room, and sat on the couch next to her big sister.
"Yeah! With sword fights and dragons!" Exclaimed a boyish voice from the same darkened room. That would be Bobby was the middle child. He clamored on the couch on Kiki's other side, and looked up expectantly. It had been years since Kiki had read anything to her siblings. Looking at the book she held, she thought that it would be the perfect thing. Some of the concepts might be over Jenny's head, but all in all, both children would like it. Yeah, they could handle the plot. She pushed the book to the beginning, A Long-Expected Party, and started reading.
As the two children started nodding off to sleep, deep into the story, Kiki felt sudden draft made her lift her head. The door was open, and a man stood there, pistol in hand. He was clothed in darkest of black from head to toe, even his face was covered. For an instant, Kiki's eyes folded over the stranger's attire, and in that instant there was a flash of recognition. The man leveled his gun at Kiki's head.
"Bye, bye." He said, voice holding no expression, and fired. This close the bullet should have killed Kiki instantly, but, to her, the bullets whizzed harmlessly past. Two more shots later and the three fell asleep. The book hit the floor; blood dripped on the couch and fell to the floor. The man in black muttered something about a completed mission, and nodded to himself. He seemed to fade into the shadows gathered near the edge of the room, and then he was gone. Nothing was left except for the smoking gun.
Old Mrs. Reynolds lived in apartment 3C, just down the hall from that nice young girl, Kiki Celleana. The girl worked too hard for someone so young, had always been Mrs. Reynolds's opinion. So, when she heard gunshots coming from Kiki's apartment, she became terribly frightened. Her husband had been shot down, many years ago, by a gang that mistaken him for someone else. In fear, Mrs. Reynolds called the only number she could remember. 911.
Police arrived, lights flashing, tailed closely by ambulances. Following the sirens like vultures on the scent of a dying mule, came the reporters. Everyone was eager to see the inside of the Celliana apartment. It was a morbid fascination, that of criminal activities. Everyone followed crimes closely, not bothering to notice what a nice day it was starting out to be, as the sun rose over the horizon. All eyes focused on the latest killings, as the police confirmed the young family was dead.
An entire family murdered in their own home, so sad, cried the reporters. Some of the more venturous papers even printed pictures. The matted black hair of the 'mother' held clotted blood, and the two children clung to her in death as they had in life. Tiny, blood stained hands gripping the only protector in the house. The little family was sitting there on the couch, as though asleep, albeit bloody. The book, Lord of the Rings, lay open on the floor, proudly displaying the chapter title "The Council of Elrond".
End Author's Note: I realize that I probably won't have a chance to explain what that points to death scene is all about in later chapters, so I'll explain some of it here.
To change dimensions, you must cease to exist in this dimension. Otherwise, there would be a rift in the time-space continuum.
To change dimensions, you must have an item from that dimension. This is the hard part, as it would seem that you would have needed to change dimensions before changing dimensions.
Written accounts of other's experiences do NOT count as an item from another dimension. Thus the book was NOT the catalyst for Kiki, Bobby, and Jenny.
I'll update this with each chapter, until everything is in order for you to make your own jump through time and space. These, however, are simply MY theories on how to travel dimensions. They are NOT, under ANY circumstances, to be repeated in an attempt to cross worlds! Remember, if I'm wrong, death is a HARD thing to come back from…
824 words. Sorry it's so short! That's just where the chapter HAS to end. For those that are interested, the entire thing (Author's Notes included) is 1,170 words.