Of broken dreams and souls!
Warning: this chapter contains blood and violence!..
Goslyn after a hard day at work picked up her D.V.R, and spoke in to it in a slightly sad tone of voice. First off I am a soul broken by the greed and lust of people. I was born Goslyn aibou (light) Waddlemeyer on Halloween night, 12 O'clock, in the year 2,337. My parents were Maxwell; my father (SOB!) a great brain surgeon. He was probably the best in America if not the world.
Lily, my mother was a nearly legendary senator; who could have easily become the first female president of the United States. She stopped recording as a few tears ran down the left cheek. She continued.
I have a very high IQ and I'm a genius. My parents First suspected that this when at the age of two I spoke my first sentence which was" did you know time is like an arrow cut into three pieces and therefore the pieces can be switched into either a backwards or forewords thus simulating the past and future." I was declared a certified genius at the age of five.
Heh, they called me the girl Leonardo Da Vinci. My parents were very free thinking people. For one thing they discovered at the age five and a half that I was of a tomboy. They never forced me to wear a dress, and in return I wore them on formal occasions only. My father was an expert with a pistol who had never missed a shot. My mother was an incredible knife thrower who was sooo… good at it as she could cut a bullet in half after it had been shot from a gun.
I picked up both skills well! I was in school for a little while but they took me out of it at my own request. I was home schooled than; as I'm supposed to be now but that's just to give a little freedom for my stepfather and the press.
As for me being a genius I created many wonderful paintings. I even rediscovered Leonardo Da Vinci's original art style which he used to paint the Mona Lisa. I created Mathematical problems and puzzles that the so called experts are still trying to work out. I wrote at least two best-selling (fictional) novels filled with many puns and amusing references. Another thing about my parents despite being intense people some of the time (particularly whenever my mother tried to get a bill passed in Congress.) my parents were kindest people you could ever hope to meet. We were unimaginable wealthy and the exact figures are still unknown to me.
My family over the decades had invested wisely; mostly in security and transportation.
It was a joy to speak with my parents; I could talk about anything I wished and I'll be treated as an equal in any conversation. "Quite a feat for a child, HUH?"
We never yelled at each other during our conversations and we always spoke in proper (adept loud sometimes) in English. We often talked about the issues of the day and usually ended up quoting someone famous. We were never afraid to talk about Controversial things (sex often came up).
In fact it was one of those odd little talks that were the last time I had a normal full fledged, conversation with my parents. (Sigh!)
She started to cry as drop by drop it started to intensify with each word she spoke. The sheer intensity of her sadness came to a head, when by the end of her story she simply broke down crying. She said "my mother had just said" to quote the raven "nevermore". At the time we were ironically talking about their favorite death quotes. We had just come out of a movie theater showing Lemony Snickets: A Series Of Unfortunate Events.
We all gave it thumbs up! For it's realistic display of tragedy. Meanwhile St.Canards two nearly largest and two of its most vicious gangs for they, were ready for little gang warfare. First there was and Taurus Bulba (a small time hood) and his ten men gang! Then there was the Vexshona vixen (headed by the gangs namesake) her gang which used bribery, seduction, sex scandals and supposedly ran a prostitution ring was very deadly.
Bulba spoke in a whisper saying" in approximately one minute we will attack that stupid, annoying, and ignorant vixen gang be ready when I say now! Vexshona (who spoke with a Russian accent when she was mad) it's time to destroy that damn Bulba gang once and for all my luscious pretties. She said in a seductive voice. My father was saying" here's a quote O death where is thy sting?... Then all hell broke loose! I suddenly remembered an appropriate song for the occasion,
I will not run! I dare not fight I'm the only thing that stands between the darkness and light! I shell not panic..! Though I should run away! Though I fear the night and know that I must fight to destroy the darkness with the light! I've got to do what is right! I DARE NOT PANIC..!
The gangs both attacked at once! My parents and I looked on with shock for two seconds than my parents shielded me with their bodies nearly blocking my view. I could see that the alley was wide at its dead end. There were two fire escapes on the left and right sides of the alley. The Bulba gang was on the right side, the Vexshona gang was on the left. The fire escape had two levels Bulba himself was on the first one with most of his men on the top of alley and two is man on the second level the fire escape. Vexshonas gang was the same. My father fired his amazing bullets and killed one sinister gang member and shot Bulba in the shoulder causing him to delightfully scream in pain. She continued firing however! My mother threw her deadly knives and also killed one gang and injured another in the leg Vexshona herself.
She also continued to fire! Despite their best efforts however my parents were literally riddled with bullet holes. Both of Bulbas minions on the bottom of to fire escape were dead. Vexshonas were also. Somehow my mother and father were still alive. They switched places. My parents said there goodbyes saying" "Goslyn we will always love you the matter what you do or where we go." "We will always be proud of you." "You're the best daughter we could ever ask for." "We're so happy with you and, for you. Good by, Gos." They fell on either side of her with contented looks on their faces; DEAD!
The whole world seemed to spin. Goslyn looked up with hate at the ones who had taken her family. In a split second; I grabbed my father's gun and started firing at the fiends. I hit Bulba in the foot; causing him to drop his gun. I then fired at Vexshona in the shoulder. My constant firing however had the villains do the opposite of what I wanted to do. My firing drove them off. At a word from the leaders the gangs vanished along with the dead and wounded of their comrades. I stared in absolute and complete horror. My parents with all their ever loving hearts were dead, I'd try to kill people out of vengeance something I had been taught never to do, and to top it all off I had no one to care for, no one at all. There was only one course of action in my mind left. I checked my father's gun it appeared to have at least one bullet left; time for a little target practice I thought!
Unknown to me at that time however three figures two were of the police kind, one man, one woman the third was quite different. The woman said" I could've sworn I heard shots lots of them". The man said "I think you're right and down this all… oh my God… got over here NOW"! They had reached the dead end and stared into absolute shock and horror at the scene before them! Two bullet ridden bodies greeted their eyes. The third figure shivered at the scene. The woman said" that's Maxwell Waddlemeyer the famous brain surgeon and it's his wife Lily; the legendary senator, and that must be their child Gosl… they stopped and simply stared in complete horror at me.
I had my father's gun in my hand and it was pointing it at the left side of my head.
The man said under his breath "what a pity". I was about to pull the trigger when the impact of the man's whispered words hit me like a ton of bricks. If I pulled the trigger I would fail my parents and their ideals. I couldn't do it. I said with a shaky voice" I. I. I just can't do it" and threw gun away and than I broke down crying. The third figure spoke" that poor girl… such a pity." The figure was dressed in white with a silver hat spoke gently to me" it's all going to be all right. OK!" I nodded that with a kind of Silly little smile. He than took me home.
The next day my parent's funeral service was held; many people mourned their deaths. They're gravestones read" I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith (2 Timothy 4:7) All seemed lost and horrible. However there was a light at the end of the tunnel: my grandfather George Waddlemeyer.