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Post by cradleman on Oct 9, 2010 10:19:44 GMT -6
Here it is:
The machete cut vines away in front of Steven Cain, clearing a path for him to go deeper into the heart of the Honduran jungle. The mosquitoes buzzed incessantly around his head and he slapped at them with his free hand. He looked up at the sun nearly directly overhead and knew he was getting close. He looked back at the two men behind him. Native Hondurans, he had hired them a week ago to help carry his things on his quest, offering them each ten thousand American dollars. He had given them half of the money up front, and they had been extremely helpful in keeping his own load light.
He was looking for something that men had been trying to discover since the day that the Spanish first settled the New World. The most famous of these men, Juan Ponce de Leon had trekked through the primeval swamplands of Florida to no avail, never able to find that precious treasure, the fountain of youth. As a child, the legend of the fountain captured Steven’s attention, and he read as many stories about it as he could. As he grew older, he spent countless hours researching the legends that Ponce de Leon had used on his journey.
Although Ponce de Leon had searched in Florida, accounts from several natives during his day suggested that the fountain’s location was actually in Central America. Steven had been able to determine that Honduras was the likely location. He had flown down and spent a year immersing himself in Honduran culture, learning the language, and befriending the locals. He made friends with the elderly, those that knew the legends better than any else. Although most of what he heard did not help, one day he finally got what he needed.
An old man, bent over and with so many wrinkles that his face resembled that of a basset hound, had approached Steven slowly. He spoke slowly, in broken English. “I . . . have heard, you . . . seek that which is forbidden to man. A fountain . . . A fountain that grants life eternal.”
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for,” Steven replied in the man’s native tongue. “The fountain of youth, a magical fountain that grants immortality.”
“It can be found deep in the jungle, a long journey from the nearest village.” The old man was speaking in his natural tongue now. “Travel straight west from this village for as long as it takes for the sun to rise and fall four times. On the fifth day, as the sun is directly overhead, you will find what you seek.”
Steven’s eyes lit up, and joy filled his heart. He grabbed the man’s hand and shook it in appreciation. “Thank you so much, I can’t begin to describe what this means to me.”
“Don’t thank me. When you get to the fountain, you will be tempted to drink, but I warn you, if you do you will suffer the consequences. Use it freely to heal grievous wounds by pouring the water on them, but if you swallow even the smallest drop, you will regret it. This is your only warning.” With these words, the old man dropped his gaze, turned and shuffled away, leaving Steven Cain slightly confused, but he soon put it from his mind and began readying himself for the journey.
Once again, Steven looked up at the sun overhead. The thought of discovering what man had desired for centuries was making him almost mad with excitement. Just then he caught a glimpse of something sparkling up ahead. He began to hack through the vines with a new fury, and had soon arrived at a small spring, only about a foot in diameter. If it was truly the fountain of youth, he would be invincible, immortal! He glanced back once more for them and saw that they would reach him in another minute. He opened his pack and fished out a small cup that he filled with the spring’s water. Steven set down the water and opened up his left hand, letting the palm face up. He lifted up his machete and quickly dragged it across his open palm.
He nearly screamed as the pain seared throughout his hand. Tears came to eyes as he dropped the machete and reached for the water. The blood was flowing freely from his hand, so he quickly doused the injury with the spring’s water. For almost a minute nothing happened, and the blood kept flowing. But just then the ends of the cut started fusing, and within twenty seconds, his hand was good as new. He let out a scream of excitement and joy and quickly dipped the cup again. He remembered the old man’s warning and scoffed. After all, could anything hurt him if he was immortal? Quickly he drank the water, and it was the best water that he’d ever tasted. Its sweet flavor penetrated his mouth and the cold iciness spread down his throat and into the rest of his body. He felt invigorated, and filled with a new power.
In order to protect his secret, he would have to kill his helpers, so he grabbed his machete and turned to face them as they come toward him. He swung it at the first man’s neck, severing his head in one blow. The other turned to run, but Cain sprinted towards him and buried the machete in his back. He fell to the ground lifeless and Steven smiled.
Over the next few years, Cain used his immortality to his advantage. He joined the marines and quickly rose in the ranks because he was able to do things that most men would consider suicidal. He found out that his skin was impenetrable, and it had protected him many times. He went alone into the mountains of Afghanistan and after over a month without food or water, he somehow survived and captured Osama Bin Laden. He became famous and the most popular member of the military, but soon retired from active military duty. In the election after he retired, he ran for President of the United States, but lost in the closest election in the country’s history. He realized that he was bored following the rules and decided to try something new, a life of crime. He hired himself out as a hit man, and with his eyesight improved drastically by the fountain’s regenerative powers, he become one of the foremost snipers in the world and number 1 on the FBI’s most wanted list. No matter how many agents they sent after him though, he was always able to either kill them or avoid capture.
One day, many years after he’d drunk the fountain’s magical water, he looked into the mirror and noticed something; wrinkles were starting to form on his face. He still was healthy, but he was starting to look his age rapidly. He’d retired from his life of crime soon after assassinating the President of the United States, the same man who’d beaten him in the election. After that, he didn’t feel that anything he could do in life would measure up. He could have taken control of the United States, but he didn’t want to rule. Since the assassination, he’d traveled through Europe seeing the sights, but the only way to describe his mood was boredom. No longer did things invigorate him or interest him as they once did. Still, he felt as young and powerful as ever and that satisfied him for now.
Two hundred years after he had drunk the water, the world was a beautiful place, completely automated and ruled by technology. He had finally been incarcerated over a hundred years after assassinating the president, because the strength that had been given him by the fountain had completely evaporated. He’d been sentenced to death by lethal injection but the needle had broken on his skin. The decision was made to make him swallow poison, and he did so willingly, three times. That had been fifty years ago. Now he sat in a cell, watching the television all day long. His face now resembled the old man who had long ago told him about the fountain, and whose warning ever rang in Steven’s mind. Steven wished he could go back and change things, not drink the water. He didn’t regret turning to crime, although he did regret getting caught. He sat in his cell now a weak old man, miserable; just as he would be for all eternity.
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Post by spideyfan914 on Oct 9, 2010 17:27:33 GMT -6
DEAR DIARY, FROM ADAM Monday, October 11
Dear Diary,
I got promoted today! Now, I’m positioned at the front door, collecting tickets and showing people to their seats – a big step up from my previous position outside the emergency exit door. I kept having to turn down all the homeless people trying to sneak in. I was mugged a few times, but you already know about that.
Life as an usher is strange. You just stand there all day long, waiting for the show to end. My legs get tired from time to time, but to sit down is unprofessional.
But I get to stand next to Cindy now! She tells me I should get a full-time job. A lot of people say that. But I like being an usher. I can’t talk to her while the show is playing, though.
Oh yeah, and Maurice went to jail. He assaulted an officer or something like that. I guess that’s why I got his job.
Mr. Castles tells me that if I do a good job with this position, I’m on my way to a raise! I’d like that. Ms. Higgins is always asking for the rent, and with a raise, it’d be easier to pay. I’d better do a good job with this position, I guess!
Talk to you tomorrow, Diary!
-Adam
Tuesday, October 12
Dear Diary,
Anne broke her leg today. I don’t think that’s what people mean when they say, “Break a leg.” So Judy, the understudy, has to fill in for her until she gets better. Anne is really upset about it, but I guess that’s show business.
Ms. Higgins really wants the rent. I told her that once I get this raise, I’ll be able to pay. She doesn’t seem to care very much. I don’t think Ms. Higgins likes me.
Mom called. She wants to visit sometime soon. Maybe if I get that raise, I’ll get to impress her! Mom doesn’t think very highly of me either.
You’re the only one who understands me. I can tell you anything. I know you’ll always be there for me.
See ya, Diary!
-Adam
Wednesday, October 13
Dear Diary,
I got into a fight with Cindy today. ![:(](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/sad.png)
I tried to talk to her during the show. I shouldn’t have done that. She told me that I was going to cost us both our jobs. I tried to apologize, but she kept telling me to shut up. I got really upset. I tried to hug her to show I was sorry, but she didn’t want me to hug her. Then I got mad. I shouted at her. I shouldn’t have done that. I said that I was only trying to say I was sorry and that she was pushing me away.
Mr. Castles is upset with me now. Or at least that’s what Kyle told me. Kyle always knows everything. He told me I should leave before speaking with Mr. Castles. Maybe Mr. Castles will be over it in the morning. I shouldn’t count on it though.
I tried calling Cindy, but she wouldn’t pick up. All I want to do is apologize, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. I really do like her. I think she knows that. I’m not sure, actually. Maybe she doesn’t.
I hope Mr. Castles isn’t too mad. I really need the raise. Ms. Higgins asked me again when I’d be able to give her the rent. I slammed the door in her face. I shouldn’t have done that either.
At least you understand me, Diary.
-Adam
Thursday, October 14
Dear Diary,
Mr. Castles died today. It wasn’t my fault.
He called me into his office in the morning. Kyle told me that I’d better listen. I went in before anyone else was there. Mr. Castles told me that they could hear me yelling inside the theatre. It was a distraction from the show, he said. I asked him for a second chance. He said, “That’s show business.”
I tried to get him to still give me the pay raise. He gave me this look like I was crazy and told me that there was no way in hell he’d waste any money on me at all. Ushering isn’t a hard job, he said, and it’s easy to replace me. He fired me.
I didn’t like that. I needed a raise to pay the rent and impress Mom. Instead I got fired. Ms. Higgins will probably evict me if she finds out, and Mom will be really disappointed. Plus I don’t know if I’ll ever see Cindy again if I’m fired.
I tried the pity act. I just started crying insanely and hoped that Mr. Castles would change his mind. He didn’t. He’s not a very nice person.
So then I got angry. I pounded on his desk. Mr. Castles threatened to call security. But it wouldn’t really matter, ‘cause getting fired would ruin my entire life anyway. He reached for the phone, but before he could dial, I grabbed it and tried to wrestle it out of his hand.
Things went fast from there. We were both struggling with the phone, and it wrapped around his neck somehow. He was choking. I didn’t mean to kill him, though, so I tried to unwrap it. To do that, I needed to reach behind his head, and there was a desk in the way. So I leaned forward, but I panicked, and pushed him backward on accident. He fell out the window.
But I was really careful to cover it up. He was eating a banana earlier, so I made it look like he slipped on the peel. Maybe it wasn’t entirely believable, but I’m sure there’s someone who’s slipped on a banana peel and died.
There weren’t any security guards when I’d first arrived – they’d gotten there later. I’d walked to the theater, so I knew they hadn’t seen my car. So I went out through the emergency exit and came back in. It looked to the guards like I’d just gotten there. Then I went upstairs to see the broken window, and Mr. Castles dead on the fire escape. I called it in myself. I said that I’d just gotten there when I saw it. That way I have an alibi.
Since Mr. Castles was dead, there was no one to fire me, so I had to go to work as usual. The show must go on and all that stuff. I can hear the performances while I’m ushering. I think Judy’s a much better actress than Anne.
See you soon, Diary!
-Adam
Friday, October 15
Dear Diary,
Ms. Higgins found out about Mr. Castles’ death today. She wants to know how I’m going to get paid. I told her that I didn’t know.
Cindy forgave me for the other night. She’s just so upset about Mr. Castles’ death that she can’t be idling over these little things, she says. I told her I was still sorry about it.
The police questioned me too. I told them my alibi, and was really careful not to slip up. On the morning news, they said that Mr. Castles died in an accident, so I knew I was already fairly safe. I must’ve done well, because they let me go when we finished the interview.
They need to name someone to take Mr. Castles place in the office. I hope they choose me. That would solve all my problems.
Bye, Diary!
-Adam
Saturday, October 16
Dear Diary,
Mom came today. She was crying hysterically because she’d heard about Mr. Castles. She couldn’t believe that I was the one who’d found his dead body. She said that it must be really traumatic for me. I guess that makes sense. I should act traumatized.
Mom’s staying with me for a little while now. She says that I need someone to be with me during this hard time. I said okay, but I had to go to work.
They gave Kyle Mr. Castles’ job. I guess I’m happy for Kyle, but I still wish I had the job myself. Since we’re friends, maybe he’ll give me the raise. I agreed to meet him tomorrow. Ms. Higgins was happy to hear that too. She said that if I don’t pay her soon, she’ll evict me.
Things are looking up, Diary!
-Adam
Sunday, October 17
Dear Diary,
Kyle died today. It wasn’t my fault.
We had no work since it was Sunday. Me and Kyle met up at his apartment. He was making sandwiches, cutting tomatoes with a knife. He told me that he wouldn’t fire me since we were friends, but that I should be more careful next time.
I asked him about a raise. He said that I was lucky to have a job, and that he couldn’t give me any favors. I told him that I really needed the money. He said that if he kept passing around favors, it would make him look bad. I got really angry then. He was supposed to be my friend, but he wasn’t going to help me when I needed it.
I told him that, and he said that he was looking out for me. He said that if I was really good for the rest of the show, he’d consider giving me a raise for the next one. I told him that I needed it now or else Ms. Higgins would evict me. He said he could give me an advance, but I said that that wasn’t good enough, ‘cause Ms. Higgins would still need rent next month, and if I got an advance now, I wouldn’t have the money then.
He said that in that case, there was nothing he could do. I punched him in the face. He fell and his head landed on the knife.
I knew that it wouldn’t be believable for him to have slipped on another banana peel, so I used a skateboard this time. Kyle was always really messy. I even made sure to use gloves so that my fingerprints wouldn’t be on it, and I even slid it so there would be tire marks on the floor.
I hope they buy it. It isn’t impossible for one guy to witness two accidental deaths in the same week, right? Besides, they were accidents. I tried to save Mr. Castles, and I was only punching Kyle. I didn’t want either of them to die. It wasn’t my fault. But I don’t think anyone would care. They don’t understand me.
I told Mom what I told the police, and she was amazed by it. I remembered to act traumatized too, when the police had come. I think I covered it up pretty well.
At least you’re always there for me, Diary! I can count on you!
-Adam
Tuesday, October 19
Dear Diary,
Sorry I didn’t write last night. I went home with Cindy. She was really upset about Kyle’s death, and needed someone to be with.
Things got weird from there, but I’ll spare you the details. I know you don’t like to hear about that stuff. Cindy wants to meet up again tonight. We probably will.
The police told me they wanted to interview me today. I told them they already interviewed me the night of Kyle’s death. They said they want to interview me again in case they missed something. I hope that isn’t bad. The news reported it as an accident.
Mom isn’t here for some reason. I don’t know where she is. I got home from Cindy’s this morning, and she was gone. I hope she’s all right.
Ms. Higgins still wants the rent.
Off to work, now, Diary!
-Adam
Wednesday, October 20
Dear Diary,
I met with the police today. They said that the skid marks were made after Kyle died. I asked them how they could tell. They said that forensics yields fairly accurate timeframes. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I said I couldn’t explain it. I said that I saw what happened, and what I said is the truth. I think it’s smarter to keep with my story. I remembered to act traumatized too.
Mom called. She said she’s coming home tonight and she wants to see me. Cindy also wanted to see me, but I told her this was important. I’ve been worried about Mom. Cindy agreed. I told her I’d see her tomorrow.
It’s two in the morning now, and Mom still isn’t back. I hope she gets here soon. I’m tired.
I’ll talk to you later, Diary!
-Adam
Thursday, October 21
Dear Diary,
Mom found you. I feel betrayed. I’m supposed to be able to tell you anything, but you told her everything. I’m going to need to get a lock for you now. I don’t want this to happen again.
I considered burning you today. But if I did that, I wouldn’t have anyone to tell my secrets to. It’s relieving to tell someone what actually happened. I have to lie to everyone else.
I suppose I should tell you what happened to Mom. You see, she was starting to raise her voice, and I was worried she’d wake up Ms. Higgins or someone. I panicked, and didn’t know what to do. So I grabbed her by the throat and stopped her from talking. If I’d let go, she would’ve told everyone what happened. She’s dead now.
It wasn’t my fault, though. It was your fault. You shouldn’t have told her.
Nobody had seen her come in. It was late at night. So I put her in a bag, went outside, and threw her in the dumpster. The truck came this morning. I don’t think anyone actually checks those bags. She’ll just wind up in the incinerator.
I’m going to work now. I’ll probably spend the night with Cindy. I’ll just tell her Mom never came home.
Please don’t leave me, Diary!
-Adam
Friday, October 22
Dear Diary,
The neighbor, Julia, came by my apartment today. She was awake the other night, writing a story. She didn’t want to ask me, because she thought it was none of her business, but she thought she’d heard someone in here.
I asked her why she decided to ask me now. She said that she noticed I was away a lot. She says he knows about Cindy, and wants us to do our business at Cindy’s apartment. I told her I would.
Mom’s workplace called. They said that they desperately need her to come back. A worker was killed, and they’re short on staff now. I told them I don’t know where she is.
I don’t know my new boss very well. His name is Mr. Smith. I hope he gives me a raise. Ms. Higgins is getting impatient.
Well, I’m off, Diary!
-Adam
Saturday, October 23
Dear Diary,
Cindy was evicted today. Apparently, Ms. Higgins wasn’t the only one growing impatient. She asked to stay at my place. I told her it’s all right. I hope Julia doesn’t mind.
Cindy is sleeping now. She’s so peaceful when she sleeps. She’s using the same mattress Mom was using. I don’t think Mom cares though.
Ms. Higgins doesn’t know about Cindy yet. It’s probably best to keep it that way.
Good night, Diary!
-Adam
Sunday, October 24
Dear Diary,
I asked Cindy if she would ever read you, and she said that she’d never invade my privacy without my permission. That’s good.
Julia came by again today. She heard me and Cindy last night, and she was really annoyed. She said that she wants Cindy out. She brought up the other night, and Cindy said that she wasn’t here. She said that Cindy doesn’t need to hide it because she knows everything.
This could be bad. On the one hand, Julia isn’t that smart. She probably wouldn’t figure it out. But then Mom was announced on the news as a missing person. Cindy was really shocked by that. I guess her workplace called it in. If questions get asked, Julia could be a viability.
Cindy went out with some friends in the middle of the day. That was my opportunity. I wore gloves.
Julia was in the middle of a shower. I could tell that before I went in, because I heard her in my own apartment. The walls are pretty thin. I heard her use a blow dryer before getting in too.
Julia had given me a key before. She has a key to my apartment too. I suppose she could kill me if she wanted, but that’s not how it turned out. So I just went in, turned on the blow dryer, and threw it in the shower. Julia screamed. That was bad. But then she died, so at least she isn’t a problem anymore. It wasn’t my fault, though – she shouldn’t have gotten involved.
But then Ms. Higgins came in. She’d heard Julia’s scream. She was shocked to see me there, and ran to call the police. I told her it was an accident. She asked if we were having sex. I said no, because Cindy was more important to me. But then I realized I’d tossed up an alibi.
So I grabbed Ms. Higgins and held my hand over her mouth. I dragged her into the bathroom, and slammed her head against the bottom of the shower, so it looked like she’d slipped. I moved the rug too – people slip on bathroom rugs all the time.
The weird part was when I took off Ms. Higgins clothes. The sex thing she’d suggested did make sense, and it was the only reason I could come up with for Ms. Higgins being in Julia’s apartment. Then I tossed Ms. Higgins’ hand into the shower. It looks like she’s the one who dropped the blow dryer. That killed her, though. I think the head wound only knocked her out, but being in the shower killed her.
It’s not my fault. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. If I wanted to kill her, I’d have done it when she threatened to evict me. Julia killed her. She’s the one who got nosy.
That all happened pretty quickly. It took up a few minutes at the most. So I went back to my apartment, and called it in. I said that I heard screams next door, and was scared. It’s a good thing everyone else on this floor was away.
Cindy was really scared when she came back and found out what happened. She said she didn’t know Julia and Ms. Higgins were gay. I said I didn’t either. She said she thought Julia had a boyfriend. I said that I’m glad I’m not him.
Cindy says we should get an apartment somewhere else. She thinks this place is haunted. Also, she wants a bigger bed that we can both fit in. I said that makes sense, but we can’t afford anything better. She says I should get a new job.
I hope I get that raise soon.
Thanks for giving me someone to talk to, Diary! I don’t know what I’d do without you!
-Adam
Monday, October 25
Dear Diary,
Anne killed Judy today. She shot her because Judy was getting better reviews than Anne. They were considering giving her the job permanently. It wasn’t my fault, though. I wasn’t even there.
Anne was arrested and Harris is playing the part now. I think it’s ridiculous that she killed Judy over her job. After all, now she can’t have any job ever again. But I guess some people are just crazy.
The show must go on, Diary!
-Adam
Tuesday, October 26
Dear Diary,
Cindy said she was sorry today. She shouldn’t have pressured me into getting an apartment, she says. We’ve only been going out for a week, after all, and that’s not a very long time. I told her I didn’t mind because I love her.
Even though we can’t talk when we’re ushering, we still eye each other a lot. We speak through body language. It’s kind of funny. It’s good to be an usher. I hope I get that raise soon. Then I can get the apartment.
They found Mom. She went through the disposal, but it got messy. They used DNA or something to identify her. Cindy was upset. I suppose I should be traumatized.
The police want to speak to me again. I told them I’ve spoken to them a million times, and can’t they tell I’m traumatized. They said that they’re sorry, but they’re doing an investigation. I said fine. I have an appointment for tomorrow before work.
I’ll tell you how it goes, Diary!
-Adam
Wednesday, October 27
Dear Diary,
Cindy got a new job today. She said that she’s tired of waiting for me, so she went out and got a job herself. She’s a janitor. She says the work isn’t good, but the pay is. We may be able to get an apartment now, and she wants to start looking soon. Her job is in the day, so I don’t see her in the day anymore.
Now I usher with some guy named Nathan. He snorts a lot, and has bad asthma. I miss Cindy, but at least I still get to see her after work.
The policeman said that there were a lot of accidents around me lately. I said I know. He said that it must be really hard on me. I said that I try not to think about it. He asked if I think anyone else will die soon. I said I don’t know.
I tried to act traumatized, too, but I figure that after this many people have died, I’d start to feel indifferent. I think that makes sense. It’s still traumatizing though. Does that make any sense?
I hope the police aren’t on to me. I also hope I get that raise – I think Cindy is upset with me for not getting a new job, and I need to prove to her that I’m not a bum.
You know I’m not a bum, right, Diary?
-Adam
Thursday, October 28
Dear Diary,
The policeman came while Cindy was at work today. He said he wanted to search my place. I asked him why, and he said that the police suspected I was hiding something. I asked if he had a warrant, and he did. That’s probably not a good sign.
So I let him in and he searched the apartment. I didn’t think he’d find anything, though. I never told anyone about this but you. After all, none of it was my fault. I really am innocent.
But then he picked you up off my desk. I told him you were mine, and he said that most men don’t use diaries. I told him to stop making fun of me, and that I was traumatized.
He asked me to open the lock. I said no. He told me that he had a warrant, and that he needed to talk to you. But you promised not to tell anyone else, I thought. You weren’t supposed to betray me again.
Stop betraying me! You killed Mom, and now you killed the policeman. It’s only a matter of time before you kill me. I still won’t burn you, though. I need someone to talk to.
I stopped the policeman. I knew I couldn’t let you betray me again, so I hit him over the head with a frying pan a few times. I haven’t thought of an alibi yet. The policeman’s body is right next to me. I think Cindy’s coming back soon. I don’t know what I’m going to tell her.
I suppose I should get on that now.
Whose side are you on, Diary?
-Adam
Thursday, October 28 (Later)
Dear Diary,
I don’t trust you anymore. I need someone else to talk to. It’s your fault, Diary. What happened today is your fault.
I called Cindy. I asked her to meet me somewhere else. We met in the park. We found a nice secluded section by the lake. The policeman was still at the apartment then.
I knew I couldn’t trust you anymore, Diary. It’s because I couldn’t trust you that I did this. I told you that I needed someone to talk to. So I thought that Cindy could be that person. After all, at least she’s a person. You’re just a book – you have a spine, yes, but that’s where your humanity ends. You’re not a person. You don’t have feelings. That’s why you keep betraying me.
So I told Cindy. I told her everything. I told her about Mr. Castles, about Kyle, about Mom, about Julia and Ms. Higgins, about the policeman. I told her that it wasn’t my fault. I told her everything that had happened. I told her I was traumatized. That’s something you never understood, Diary. I try to hide it, but I really am upset about this. I didn’t mean to kill them. I didn’t want them to die. It wasn’t my fault.
But Cindy didn’t understand. She said I was a murderer. I told her it wasn’t my fault, but she said it was. She said I’m just making excuses. I asked her if she could forgive me, and she said she couldn’t. I tried to change the subject and asked what to do about the policeman. He was still in the apartment. She said she couldn’t be part of this.
It wasn’t my fault, though, Diary. None of it was my fault. All I ever wanted was a raise. That’s all I wanted. I didn’t mean for anyone to die. Especially not Cindy.
It’s your fault what happened, Diary. You killed them. You killed all of them. You killed Cindy. You’re the one who got angry. You’re the one who pushed her into the lake. You’re the one who held her there, who drowned her. Why would you do this to me, Diary? Why would you ruin my life like this?
You’re supposed to be the one who I go to, the one who I tell everything to. I guess that’s why you did it. You thought if I could go to Cindy instead, I wouldn’t need you anymore. You thought I’d burn you. So you did it to save yourself. You eliminated the competition.
Well, it worked, Diary. Cindy is dead and you’re the only one left for me now. I won’t burn you. I need you. You’re an addiction.
But you’re not a person. You’re not Cindy. She wouldn’t have betrayed me like you did. You betrayed me, Diary. You betrayed me. And honestly, I don’t think you really understand me either.
You think you do, but you don’t. I watched them all die, you have no idea what I’ve been through. You think I’m fine with it. You think life moves on. What do you know about life? You’re a book, for crying out loud! You only have so many pages before you’re useless, never to be used again!
I suppose that’s one thing you and Cindy had in common. She too only had so many pages. And now I’ve reached the last one.
I skipped work. I put the policeman’s body in the dumpster. I know they’ll find it in a few days, but I don’t care. You only have a few pages left. I don’t know how many I’ll use.
-Adam
Friday, October 29
Dear Diary,
I tried to kill myself today. I bought a gun and hid it in my pocket. I wasn’t sure if I’d use it. But listening to Harris say “Out, damn spot! Out I say!” was dreadful. She’s a horrible actress.
So I took out the gun and pointed it at my head. Nathan, that usher with the asthma, freaked. He grabbed the gun from me and threw off my aim. It shot him. He’s dead now.
I’m not. I’ll try again tomorrow.
-Adam
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Post by Nickpick on Oct 11, 2010 12:20:17 GMT -6
Zane, you didn't post your story so your eliminated.
Review Time....
First up...
Bruce Wayne: Your story had an interesting plot and you have what it takes to be a brilliant writer but i feel you pulled this off wrong, the characters were the only real good thing about your story.
Cradleman: Your story was really good, you can write a story about bee's and i'll read it. You simply bring your work to life and i love that. Only problem was it was a bit long to the point where i kinda wanted it to end already but it was amazing either way.
Spideyfan: There are no words that can be related to your story. It was more than amazing, it came a life. It felt like i found some kinds diary and read it. I simply felt breathless at the end...only down fall was the length...but it was good and i really enjoyed it.
Okay well Spideyfan and Cradleman, your moving to the next round and Bruce Wayne, i'll put you in the Redemption Round. That means you have to go against Zane and either one to win that round will move on to Round Two with Spidey and Cradle.
-Round 2-
I'm going to mix both your stories into one. I want them to about a real person but i want it to be told from their perspective.
Spideyfan, I want you to write about (Vincent van Gogh)
Cradleman, I want you to write about (Abraham Lincoln)
I want the flow of emotions to be felt, good luck!
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 13, 2010 23:39:01 GMT -6
Bruce Wayne sat in his dining room with Selina Kyle."Oh Bruce, thank you for inviting me over, I haven't seen you in age!" Ms. Kyle said. "No Problem, Selina, I'm always looking for company." he replied. "Well good, I'm always looking for a handsom man" she laughed. She moved in closer to him."Now where would we find one of those around here?" he answered in a boastful tone. Selina began cackling, "Oh kiss me you fool!" she leaned in. Right before their lips met a loud beeping interupted them. Bruce pulled a device out of his pocket that showed a flashing bat symbol, alerting his exit."I have to go." He explanied. "Maybe tomorrow?" "Sure. Send Alfred around 7 okay, rich boy?" she asked. "No problem." he blurted as he ran up the stairs. He continued down the hallway until he reached a bust of his father. He pulled the statue to the left and a door opened beside it. Bruce entered the room and it lead to a dark cave. After Bruce slid down the pole, he ran to a black charger."Who or Whate is it Alfred, I was with Selina." Bruce said into a earpeice, speaking to his butler. "I'm dearly sorry, Master Bruce. The Riddler has escaped Arkham, I do believe that Bat would be the best crime fighter for this." he foretold. "Yeah, Yeah, Alfred. And tomorrow, I need you to pick Ms. Kyle up." he confessed. Bruce drove out of the cave into Gotham City. He looked down at the radar in the Batmobile and it showed The Riddler running on top of buildings. Flashes to the Riddler running."Great. Batman is coming after me!" he yelled in fear. "I gotta lose him!" As the Riddler was running, a whip cracking startled him "Since when does the Bat carry a whip?" he asked. "He doesn't!" A woman answered as she cracked the whip again. "You can tell your buddies, if you have any, that the Catwoman got you." "A cat!? Now why would you wanna hurt little ol' me?" he began to boast. "Because its fun!" she whipped the can right out of his hand. "Ouch, I like'm fisety." he responed. "Then you'll like me!" the Cat screamed. She wrapped the whip around him and threw him against the ground."Hey! That hurt!" the green suited man yelled. Batman pulled up to the building the two were at and he shot a cable, allowing him to shimmy up. When he reached the top, all that was left was the Riddler."Who did this to you?" Batman pondered. "C-c- Cat." Riddler said petrified with fear. "A cat? A cat tied you up?" Batman questioned. "A-a-a Catwoman. A hero like you." he replied, still shaking. "Which way did she go?" Bruce asked the psycopath. He pointed in the direction of Seleina's apartment. Flashes to Selina. She walks into a small apartment, still dressed as Catwoman. She walks into a room to change when a knock at the door disrupts her. She quickly took off her mask."Come in!" She shouted. "Hey, its me Bruce. Do you got some time?" he announced. Catwoman quickly switched into her regular clothes and came out to see Bruce Wayne on her couch."Hey, what are you doing here?" she wondered. "Just in the neighborhood. Umm, this is going to sound weird, have you seen someone running around dressed like a cat?" he asked as he blushed. "Don't you mean a bat?" she replied. "No, I heard on the news some Catwoman was seen running in this Direction." he answered. "Wow, news travels fast in Gotham." she said to herself. "Umm no, just Me." she said to the man sitting in her apartment. "Okay, thanks. See you tomorrow." he announced walking back to the door. "Sure." she assured. The next day. Bruce Wayne rose up from his king sized bed."Long night Master Bruce?" Alfred asked as he walked through the doorway. "Just worried. Riddler told me he saw some Catwoman around Selina's apartment." Bruce explained. "Taking tips from madmen?" he questioned. "Just following in, trying to protect the possible future Mrs. Wayne." Bruce cameback as he arose from his bed. Bruce walked into his living room and plopped on the couch. He switched on the television and a news story burst from the speakers."Sightings of a woman dressed like a cat was caught capturing the Riddler. Is this the new Bat or just wanna be? Live conversation with commissioner Gordon to explain what the GCPD is going to do." the reporter announced. "Get those cameras outta my face!" He shouted. "We've let the Batman get away long enough, no more. Other vigilante's are stating around Gotham and we're utting a stop to it." He screamed t othe veiwers. "Great." Bruce blurted. Flashes to Selina"Great." she said with sadness in her tone. "I move to a new city to help and now this, that Puzzle Punk is gonna get it. I wanted a relationship with Bruce, but I don't see it happening. The freakin' cops are out to get me!" she said to herself as she stroked her black cat. NightfallAs Selina was packing her stuff up, a bell sounded through her small apartment."Be right there!" she yelled as she stuff clothes into a bag. She opend the door to see Alfred waiting in a drivers' suit"Oh... Alfred... I- uh..." she struggled. "Are you ready to see Master Bruce?" he continued. "Well uh... I have to leave town. Is he outside in the car?" she asked nervously. "Yes, let me go get him." he left and walked down the steps to the car. "Miss Kyle would like to see you." Bruce stepped out of the car dressed up in a tux. Alfred got into the drivers' seat of the car and began to watch. Bruce walked up the steps to the doorway"Alfred said you wanted to see me?" he asked. "Umm yeah. I have terrible news." she started. "Are you alright?" he responded ready to fight. "Yes, its just... I have to leave town, on business!" she blurted. "Oh. So early?" he said as his smile bent downward. "Yeah.. I'm really sorry. But I'll be back, sometime." she said excitedly. "Okay. I'll be waiting." he said hugging her. "You'll have this to remeber me by." she kissed him passionately. Fades out to them kissing.The End[glow=red,2,300]Sorry it ended like this, I just couldnt think of a good story, and if you couldnt tell, Bruce was lusting for a relationship/love. I just kinda through it together quickly so I dont expect alot. Thanks ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) [/glow]
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