Post by NotAlice on Dec 1, 2009 16:03:38 GMT -5
Hey! So, I hear there are a few people who won NaNo this year? And more who made a start? Well who ever you are, how about you share some of your words here? Just a short excerpt? How about it? What's stopping you!? ;D
Chapter 9 - Page 45
“Yes, she was killed the night that Jayla went missing, two nights ago. She doesn’t know yet.” Piper bit her lip as her gaze when back to the small, innocent girl on the bed. Her heart went out to her completely. She knew exactly how it was. She had only been about Jayla’s age when her parents were murdered. She had spent two days sitting in that room, staring at their unmoving corpses on the floor and begging them to wake up. She had watched as their skin got paler and colder, as death took its toll on them. She stared into her mothers eyes that stared coldly out at her the scars of her fear forever staring out at her.
Her dad’s face had been scrunched, the pain of the last moments of his life etched onto his face. His mouth had hung open in a silent scream and his eyes had been squeezed shut, even in death. His scream of pain was not only a result of the knife that was being stabbed into his back, but the pain of seeing his wife’s excruciating pain as she screamed from the knife that had been plunged down at her again and again and again, deep into her stomach. Run, he’d yelled. Run fast! Hide.
She had run and hid, locking herself in the walk in wardrobe where all her parent’s clothes were kept. She had stared out at the events that were unfolding in front of her, the screams of her parents echoing throughout the darkness. She had sat, curled up in the corner by the door staring out her hands pressed tightly over her mouth to stop her screaming out in a fear of her own. She had bit down so hard on her hand that the scars could still be seen even now.
When the three men who had murdered her parents had finally stopped stabbing their knives into every bit of flesh they could find they left, not bothering to look for her. They had run from the house and she had heard their car as they drove away. She had stayed in the wardrobe for a few hours after that, openly crying, trying in vain to tear her gaze away from the sight that beheld her out side this little piece of safety.
After her tears had begun to ebb and she had stopped shaking she had cautiously opened the door, walking over to where her mother lay unmoving. Mommy? She’d said. Mommy, mommy wake up… I’m scared mommy. When her mother hadn’t responded to her she’d begun to cry harder. Wake up mommy! She’d knelt by her mother, shaking her, begging her to wake. She had hugged her tight, crying I love you mommy! Mommy please!
She’d crawled over to her father and tried the same with him, begging him to wake up. Daddy please mommy won’t wake up. Help her daddy… please. She had stared at her dad and she sat back on her knees, her tears streaming down her face as her breath came in ragged gasps. She didn’t understand. Why wouldn’t they wake up! Didn’t they know she as scared? Why wouldn’t they wake up and hug her? She needed a hug; she needed to know everything was ok.
She had fallen asleep on the floor between them, curled up in a ball in their blood. Why was there so much blood? She had cried herself to sleep that night, telling herself that everything was going to be ok when she woke up.
But it hadn’t been ok. She had woken to find the blood still on the floor, staining her clothes and drying on her skin. Her parent’s skin had been cold and they still wouldn’t wake. Her tears fell instantly, and they never stopped. That marked the way of the day, crying and begging, and the day after. It was on the second day she was found by the police, and it only made her cry more.
So... What do you think? That was a flash back into her past, the perfect opportunity to give her a history and make her more than just a puppet. Lol
Chapter 12 - Page 59/60
After a few minutes the laughing passed and Piper just knelt there trying to catch her breath. Slowly she looked up and caught Ryan’s gaze. His face was a mixture of contempt and curiosity, but in his eyes she saw a spark. The same spark she usually saw in his eyes whenever he saw her happy. It had always been there. The first time she had seen it was when she had been holding the gun to his forehead with Chase standing behind her saying do it, do it now. She had stared directly into Ryan’s eyes then and saw fear, but as well as that, understanding. He understood that she didn’t want to do this, that she was only doing it because she was being told to. When she saw that understanding in his eyes, that knowledge that she wasn’t seen as muck in the eyes of everyone but the gang she lived with, she saw hope in her future. She didn’t want to stay on the streets. She hadn’t wanted to be on the streets at all but she’d had the choice of that or stay in the grips of her abusive aunt and uncle.
With that spark of hope in sight, Piper had relaxed slightly, the tension easing from her shoulders. She could hear Chase behind her saying yes, yes go on. Do it. She smiled at Ryan and it was then that she first saw that spark in his eyes that she’d come to love and need so much. With that first spark etched forever in her memory she’s turned, holding the gun out towards Chase and causing his face to blanch. She heard a click behind her and saw Ryan with his gun out. Run, he had told her, but stay where I can find you. She had turned to look over her shoulder at him, and it was in that second that a shot rang out across the silence. Sending a bullet straight through Chase’s forehead. She had screamed like she had never screamed before as blood covered her and she dropped the gun. Chase was dying! She might hate him for what he’d been making her do, but she still loved him all the same. She ‘d collapsed to her knees with her hands pressed firmly over her mouth to muffle her screams as she watch the light fade from his eyes and his head fall limply to one side. Dead.
Another little extract where she goes into some detail of her past.
Chapter 14 - Page 86/87
He killed my brother. The hatred in his voice shook her and burned brightly in his eyes as he remembered what happened. Piper bit her lip, lost for words. No wonder he wanted Jasper dead.
Were you close? It was a stupid question. The look on his face said it all but she could think of nothing else to say.
The closest. Inseparable. He was my twin. There’d been just the two of us our entire lives. Our mother died giving birth to us and our father was never interested in being a part of our life, a not so common decision for that time period. He wanted one son, not two, so he accepted neither. We were handed over to our aunt who just basically let us raise ourselves. There was never any one else. Then Jasper killed him in cold blood.
He practically spat those last words as he seethed. There was no wonder Wyatt hated Jasper so much. She knew how it felt to lose loved ones, but to some a loved one with a bond as tight as what Wyatt and his brother had? That must be something else. Pain and revenge had blinded her when Daniel was killed and she hadn’t stopped until his killer was dead. She could only begin to imagine how Wyatt must have reacted. She had watched him the last few days as he went about his business, and never in that time had she seem him step out of line. He was always in control. And someone in full control who wanted revenge could often be ten times more deadly that someone with out that control. They didn’t take risks or dive in blind. They took time and planned their revenge right to the most minute possible details, and they were careful.
How old was he when he died?
A hint of humour mixed with hatred and it came out a frightening mix. Literally or physically?
There’s a difference?
Yes.
Then tell me both. What else could she say? It likely wouldn’t make sense one without the other.
Physically, he was twenty six. Literally, he was over six hundred.
Piper’s jaw must have hit the floor tight then. Wyatt just looked humoured by her reaction. She knew he was old in vampire years but she never realized he was that old. Wow… Wait… How does that work?
Theo undertook the ceremony to become a vampire when he was 25. His illness that he had caused him to die when he was 26. Three years later her performed the ceremony on me at the start of the bubonic plague epidemic, and just as well as I caught it just a matter of days after the ceremony was complete. When the transformation was complete we left and travelled around England for the next two hundred and fifty or so years before moving on to travel around the world. We’d only been in America for about 100 years when Jasper appeared and killed Theo in North Dakota. He’d just recently been turned then. He was just a fledgling. Now? Now he’s a four hundred year old lunatic who kills people for the hell of it. He’s no better now that he was then and is still as sly as a fox. I’ve spent these last four hundred or so years hunting the bastard down but every time I get close he slips away again and disappears off the radar again for a couple of decades. I’ve had enough. This ends here. For good.
So.... Yeah.... Neither of my MC's have particularly good pasts...
Any comments? What do you think?s
Anybody else up for sharing?
NotAlice xxx
“Yes, she was killed the night that Jayla went missing, two nights ago. She doesn’t know yet.” Piper bit her lip as her gaze when back to the small, innocent girl on the bed. Her heart went out to her completely. She knew exactly how it was. She had only been about Jayla’s age when her parents were murdered. She had spent two days sitting in that room, staring at their unmoving corpses on the floor and begging them to wake up. She had watched as their skin got paler and colder, as death took its toll on them. She stared into her mothers eyes that stared coldly out at her the scars of her fear forever staring out at her.
Her dad’s face had been scrunched, the pain of the last moments of his life etched onto his face. His mouth had hung open in a silent scream and his eyes had been squeezed shut, even in death. His scream of pain was not only a result of the knife that was being stabbed into his back, but the pain of seeing his wife’s excruciating pain as she screamed from the knife that had been plunged down at her again and again and again, deep into her stomach. Run, he’d yelled. Run fast! Hide.
She had run and hid, locking herself in the walk in wardrobe where all her parent’s clothes were kept. She had stared out at the events that were unfolding in front of her, the screams of her parents echoing throughout the darkness. She had sat, curled up in the corner by the door staring out her hands pressed tightly over her mouth to stop her screaming out in a fear of her own. She had bit down so hard on her hand that the scars could still be seen even now.
When the three men who had murdered her parents had finally stopped stabbing their knives into every bit of flesh they could find they left, not bothering to look for her. They had run from the house and she had heard their car as they drove away. She had stayed in the wardrobe for a few hours after that, openly crying, trying in vain to tear her gaze away from the sight that beheld her out side this little piece of safety.
After her tears had begun to ebb and she had stopped shaking she had cautiously opened the door, walking over to where her mother lay unmoving. Mommy? She’d said. Mommy, mommy wake up… I’m scared mommy. When her mother hadn’t responded to her she’d begun to cry harder. Wake up mommy! She’d knelt by her mother, shaking her, begging her to wake. She had hugged her tight, crying I love you mommy! Mommy please!
She’d crawled over to her father and tried the same with him, begging him to wake up. Daddy please mommy won’t wake up. Help her daddy… please. She had stared at her dad and she sat back on her knees, her tears streaming down her face as her breath came in ragged gasps. She didn’t understand. Why wouldn’t they wake up! Didn’t they know she as scared? Why wouldn’t they wake up and hug her? She needed a hug; she needed to know everything was ok.
She had fallen asleep on the floor between them, curled up in a ball in their blood. Why was there so much blood? She had cried herself to sleep that night, telling herself that everything was going to be ok when she woke up.
But it hadn’t been ok. She had woken to find the blood still on the floor, staining her clothes and drying on her skin. Her parent’s skin had been cold and they still wouldn’t wake. Her tears fell instantly, and they never stopped. That marked the way of the day, crying and begging, and the day after. It was on the second day she was found by the police, and it only made her cry more.
So... What do you think? That was a flash back into her past, the perfect opportunity to give her a history and make her more than just a puppet. Lol
After a few minutes the laughing passed and Piper just knelt there trying to catch her breath. Slowly she looked up and caught Ryan’s gaze. His face was a mixture of contempt and curiosity, but in his eyes she saw a spark. The same spark she usually saw in his eyes whenever he saw her happy. It had always been there. The first time she had seen it was when she had been holding the gun to his forehead with Chase standing behind her saying do it, do it now. She had stared directly into Ryan’s eyes then and saw fear, but as well as that, understanding. He understood that she didn’t want to do this, that she was only doing it because she was being told to. When she saw that understanding in his eyes, that knowledge that she wasn’t seen as muck in the eyes of everyone but the gang she lived with, she saw hope in her future. She didn’t want to stay on the streets. She hadn’t wanted to be on the streets at all but she’d had the choice of that or stay in the grips of her abusive aunt and uncle.
With that spark of hope in sight, Piper had relaxed slightly, the tension easing from her shoulders. She could hear Chase behind her saying yes, yes go on. Do it. She smiled at Ryan and it was then that she first saw that spark in his eyes that she’d come to love and need so much. With that first spark etched forever in her memory she’s turned, holding the gun out towards Chase and causing his face to blanch. She heard a click behind her and saw Ryan with his gun out. Run, he had told her, but stay where I can find you. She had turned to look over her shoulder at him, and it was in that second that a shot rang out across the silence. Sending a bullet straight through Chase’s forehead. She had screamed like she had never screamed before as blood covered her and she dropped the gun. Chase was dying! She might hate him for what he’d been making her do, but she still loved him all the same. She ‘d collapsed to her knees with her hands pressed firmly over her mouth to muffle her screams as she watch the light fade from his eyes and his head fall limply to one side. Dead.
Another little extract where she goes into some detail of her past.
He killed my brother. The hatred in his voice shook her and burned brightly in his eyes as he remembered what happened. Piper bit her lip, lost for words. No wonder he wanted Jasper dead.
Were you close? It was a stupid question. The look on his face said it all but she could think of nothing else to say.
The closest. Inseparable. He was my twin. There’d been just the two of us our entire lives. Our mother died giving birth to us and our father was never interested in being a part of our life, a not so common decision for that time period. He wanted one son, not two, so he accepted neither. We were handed over to our aunt who just basically let us raise ourselves. There was never any one else. Then Jasper killed him in cold blood.
He practically spat those last words as he seethed. There was no wonder Wyatt hated Jasper so much. She knew how it felt to lose loved ones, but to some a loved one with a bond as tight as what Wyatt and his brother had? That must be something else. Pain and revenge had blinded her when Daniel was killed and she hadn’t stopped until his killer was dead. She could only begin to imagine how Wyatt must have reacted. She had watched him the last few days as he went about his business, and never in that time had she seem him step out of line. He was always in control. And someone in full control who wanted revenge could often be ten times more deadly that someone with out that control. They didn’t take risks or dive in blind. They took time and planned their revenge right to the most minute possible details, and they were careful.
How old was he when he died?
A hint of humour mixed with hatred and it came out a frightening mix. Literally or physically?
There’s a difference?
Yes.
Then tell me both. What else could she say? It likely wouldn’t make sense one without the other.
Physically, he was twenty six. Literally, he was over six hundred.
Piper’s jaw must have hit the floor tight then. Wyatt just looked humoured by her reaction. She knew he was old in vampire years but she never realized he was that old. Wow… Wait… How does that work?
Theo undertook the ceremony to become a vampire when he was 25. His illness that he had caused him to die when he was 26. Three years later her performed the ceremony on me at the start of the bubonic plague epidemic, and just as well as I caught it just a matter of days after the ceremony was complete. When the transformation was complete we left and travelled around England for the next two hundred and fifty or so years before moving on to travel around the world. We’d only been in America for about 100 years when Jasper appeared and killed Theo in North Dakota. He’d just recently been turned then. He was just a fledgling. Now? Now he’s a four hundred year old lunatic who kills people for the hell of it. He’s no better now that he was then and is still as sly as a fox. I’ve spent these last four hundred or so years hunting the bastard down but every time I get close he slips away again and disappears off the radar again for a couple of decades. I’ve had enough. This ends here. For good.
So.... Yeah.... Neither of my MC's have particularly good pasts...
Any comments? What do you think?s
Anybody else up for sharing?
NotAlice xxx
