Post by Audie Smith on May 17, 2005 14:22:29 GMT -5
Ok I just finished this chapter tonight and I'm not sure this came out the way I wanted it to but I hope its still good.
Disclamer- Yu Yu, and You are all things that are owned by people other than myself.
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*)-Hunt or be Hunted. The motto used thru out the animal kingdom. Some are the hunters and some are the hunted. A deer knows when its head is finally caught in the jaws of the cougar and she simply gives up but do we humans know when are head is in the mouth of the cougar and if so would we just sit there and let our self’s be eaten or fight back for the life that was promised? Now let’s get back to our fairy tale-(*
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You start to grow nervous they have yet to answer you question and have been conversing in there own language. ‘They obviously don’t speak French.’ When hunted try as many ways to escape. You being small about an inch smaller than the smallest of the men standing have no chance of getting past them or running. If you scream you could attract more attention to the situation which would inevitably cause no good. Or try and get some sort of communication between them and yourself which may or may not cause more harm.
Settling for the last option seeing as you have nothing else to work with you set to work using your advance knowledge of the languages you have learned over the past years to see if they speak at least one. “¿Quiénes son usted?” you ramble out sounding like a broken. They stop their conversation and stare at you intently ‘Not Spanish’ you have only one other choice English. “Who are you?”<br>
This takes the attention of one of the men. He turns to you his liquid pools of green falling upon you. “You speak English?” he speaks with a slight accent but other than that has mastered the language perfectly. You nod your head slowly not knowing if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Have you just saved your life or are you feeding your self to them on a platter.
The red headed man sighs a sigh of relief he turns to his counterparts and starts talking to them in that language of there’s. After explaining the details to his comrades, he looks back to you. You still being the scared deer you are have a frightened look on your face this goes noticed by the handsome red head. Looking sympathetically at your shaking form you’re malnourished and very dirty and along with your frightened look, you don’t look like the princess you once where.
“Don’t worry we’re not here to hurt you we’re here to take you some where safe.” He holds out his hand for you to take. Not sure if you should trust him you stare at his hand contemplating your choices. Suddenly the shortest one says something and you can tell by the tone of his voice he’s growing impatient. The red head sighs and takes your hand pulling you toward the group.
You being the weak little thing you are from being locked up in a room for god knows how long have no strength to fight back and even if you could you don’t think it would do any good being that the shortest one is giving you a glare that says ‘Try-any-thing-stupid-and-I’ll-cut-you-to-bits’ and you don’t think he’d hesitate to do so.
All of a sudden you feel someone putting their arm under you knees and on the small of your back lifting you up bridal style. You whip your head around your (your eye color) eyes wide with surprise and a little bit of fright staring into the eyes of the green eyed gentleman. He gives you a heart warming smile that makes your heart skip a beat “Don’t worry this’ll only make it faster for use to get you out of here.”
With that all of the men how about we call them blue, green, black, and red take off out of you fathers study and down the hall. You feel tears brimming at the corner of your eyes just by looking at the destruction of your home. All the tapestry that your mother had looked forever just to find littered the floor in little shards. You see all the couches and chairs over turned and big cuts and rips spilling the stuffing from their over stuffed selves just like the tears had started pouring out of your body.
You tighten your grip on ‘red’ unbeknown to you. Looking down at you from the corner of his eye ‘red’ can see the silent tears of pain pouring down your once beautiful face now covered in soot and grime. He tightens his hold on you in hopes of giving you some comfort but knowing there is little he can do for the loss you have just lived through.
All of a sudden ‘green’ stops running which makes the rest of the ‘gang’ stop to. ‘Black’ starts to talk to ‘green’ in a very agitated tone but is silenced by the sound of footsteps and running. ‘Red’ thinking to himself knows they have to get you out of the way, seeing a room directly next to him he opens the door and sets you down on one of the ripped couches. “Stay here and don’t make a sound.” You nod you head in understanding though you really don’t want him to leave.
Closing the door on you, you sit on the couch looking around the room. You realize your back in the ‘sitting’ room where you and your mother had been oh so long ago or was it really that long ago? Looking for one thing you know it has to be in here somewhere. Searching almost franticly but with out making a sound you finally found what you where looking for. The white as snow cloth with the red as blood rose that your mother had been working on that fateful day.
Hugging it close to your body you bring it to your nose and inhale deeply. Jasmine that’s what your mother always smelled like Jasmine. That is one thing you will always remember about your mother her smell. Your father smelt like a burning fire of cinnamon it was your favorite scent in the whole entire world. Tucking the cloth into the pocket of your now dirty ripped red dress you sit back down upon the ripped over stuffed couch that your mother had been sitting at.
The door opens abruptly reveling ‘red’. He smiles at you and picks you back up into his arms. “Now, when we enter the hall close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to. Ok?” you nod your head mutely. He opens the door once again and you shut your eyes tight. You being the curious little deer you are peeked one eye open and what you saw made you gasp inwardly.
There lying all over the floor in pools of their own blood were the decapitated bodies of some of your countrymen. You wanted to hurl but you knew if you did ‘red’ would have known you looked so you just re-shut your eye and tried to keep your cool. “You can open your eyes now.” When you heard ‘reds’ voice you slowly opened your eyes.
Upon opening your eyes their (your eye color) pools fell upon the front door to your lovely home. You were finally free from the small confines of that dark, damp room. Once you walk through those doors you’ll be leaving your whole life behind. But what lies beyond those doors is a whole new life.
*)-Not All Fairy Tales Are Good Fairy Tales-(*
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-And there you go the third chapter. I'll probley have the next one up once I think of something *laughs* go me!
Disclamer- Yu Yu, and You are all things that are owned by people other than myself.
(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*
*)-Hunt or be Hunted. The motto used thru out the animal kingdom. Some are the hunters and some are the hunted. A deer knows when its head is finally caught in the jaws of the cougar and she simply gives up but do we humans know when are head is in the mouth of the cougar and if so would we just sit there and let our self’s be eaten or fight back for the life that was promised? Now let’s get back to our fairy tale-(*
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You start to grow nervous they have yet to answer you question and have been conversing in there own language. ‘They obviously don’t speak French.’ When hunted try as many ways to escape. You being small about an inch smaller than the smallest of the men standing have no chance of getting past them or running. If you scream you could attract more attention to the situation which would inevitably cause no good. Or try and get some sort of communication between them and yourself which may or may not cause more harm.
Settling for the last option seeing as you have nothing else to work with you set to work using your advance knowledge of the languages you have learned over the past years to see if they speak at least one. “¿Quiénes son usted?” you ramble out sounding like a broken. They stop their conversation and stare at you intently ‘Not Spanish’ you have only one other choice English. “Who are you?”<br>
This takes the attention of one of the men. He turns to you his liquid pools of green falling upon you. “You speak English?” he speaks with a slight accent but other than that has mastered the language perfectly. You nod your head slowly not knowing if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Have you just saved your life or are you feeding your self to them on a platter.
The red headed man sighs a sigh of relief he turns to his counterparts and starts talking to them in that language of there’s. After explaining the details to his comrades, he looks back to you. You still being the scared deer you are have a frightened look on your face this goes noticed by the handsome red head. Looking sympathetically at your shaking form you’re malnourished and very dirty and along with your frightened look, you don’t look like the princess you once where.
“Don’t worry we’re not here to hurt you we’re here to take you some where safe.” He holds out his hand for you to take. Not sure if you should trust him you stare at his hand contemplating your choices. Suddenly the shortest one says something and you can tell by the tone of his voice he’s growing impatient. The red head sighs and takes your hand pulling you toward the group.
You being the weak little thing you are from being locked up in a room for god knows how long have no strength to fight back and even if you could you don’t think it would do any good being that the shortest one is giving you a glare that says ‘Try-any-thing-stupid-and-I’ll-cut-you-to-bits’ and you don’t think he’d hesitate to do so.
All of a sudden you feel someone putting their arm under you knees and on the small of your back lifting you up bridal style. You whip your head around your (your eye color) eyes wide with surprise and a little bit of fright staring into the eyes of the green eyed gentleman. He gives you a heart warming smile that makes your heart skip a beat “Don’t worry this’ll only make it faster for use to get you out of here.”
With that all of the men how about we call them blue, green, black, and red take off out of you fathers study and down the hall. You feel tears brimming at the corner of your eyes just by looking at the destruction of your home. All the tapestry that your mother had looked forever just to find littered the floor in little shards. You see all the couches and chairs over turned and big cuts and rips spilling the stuffing from their over stuffed selves just like the tears had started pouring out of your body.
You tighten your grip on ‘red’ unbeknown to you. Looking down at you from the corner of his eye ‘red’ can see the silent tears of pain pouring down your once beautiful face now covered in soot and grime. He tightens his hold on you in hopes of giving you some comfort but knowing there is little he can do for the loss you have just lived through.
All of a sudden ‘green’ stops running which makes the rest of the ‘gang’ stop to. ‘Black’ starts to talk to ‘green’ in a very agitated tone but is silenced by the sound of footsteps and running. ‘Red’ thinking to himself knows they have to get you out of the way, seeing a room directly next to him he opens the door and sets you down on one of the ripped couches. “Stay here and don’t make a sound.” You nod you head in understanding though you really don’t want him to leave.
Closing the door on you, you sit on the couch looking around the room. You realize your back in the ‘sitting’ room where you and your mother had been oh so long ago or was it really that long ago? Looking for one thing you know it has to be in here somewhere. Searching almost franticly but with out making a sound you finally found what you where looking for. The white as snow cloth with the red as blood rose that your mother had been working on that fateful day.
Hugging it close to your body you bring it to your nose and inhale deeply. Jasmine that’s what your mother always smelled like Jasmine. That is one thing you will always remember about your mother her smell. Your father smelt like a burning fire of cinnamon it was your favorite scent in the whole entire world. Tucking the cloth into the pocket of your now dirty ripped red dress you sit back down upon the ripped over stuffed couch that your mother had been sitting at.
The door opens abruptly reveling ‘red’. He smiles at you and picks you back up into his arms. “Now, when we enter the hall close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to. Ok?” you nod your head mutely. He opens the door once again and you shut your eyes tight. You being the curious little deer you are peeked one eye open and what you saw made you gasp inwardly.
There lying all over the floor in pools of their own blood were the decapitated bodies of some of your countrymen. You wanted to hurl but you knew if you did ‘red’ would have known you looked so you just re-shut your eye and tried to keep your cool. “You can open your eyes now.” When you heard ‘reds’ voice you slowly opened your eyes.
Upon opening your eyes their (your eye color) pools fell upon the front door to your lovely home. You were finally free from the small confines of that dark, damp room. Once you walk through those doors you’ll be leaving your whole life behind. But what lies beyond those doors is a whole new life.
*)-Not All Fairy Tales Are Good Fairy Tales-(*
(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*~~~(*
-And there you go the third chapter. I'll probley have the next one up once I think of something *laughs* go me!