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 Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 1:27 am
So here is the start of my book, Crimson Claws.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:51 am
Chapter One
***I was branded a traitor and tossed into an unfamiliar world, but this is not where my story begins. The story I am about to tell starts when I was just a little girl still going by the name of Addie. Mother had just gotten home and dad was running late. Little did me or my mother know that, that morning when dad kissed us both good bye, was the last time either of us would see him.
***It was close to three o’ clock and dad was a half and hour late. My dad had impeccable timing and had never once been late. I did not expect him to start. Looking over I saw mom starting to worry and I was starting to fidget in the passing moments. At that time I was only five just like all the other kids around me. I had no comprehension of what was going on. Looking at me from the out side I was an ordinary five-year-old girl who was really starting to miss her dad. At that moment in time I had no idea of the horrible events to come.
***The phone rang around four thirty . Mom immediately picked up the phone and her eyes widened as I heard the slight sounds of the person on the other line.. “Car accident,” “sorry,” and “loss,” were a few of the words I caught. Being five I had no idea what they meant. Mom started crying.
“Mommy wut’s wong?”
Cries.
“Wut’s wong mommy?” I asked again.
***She hit the floor and I was scared. I had never seen my mom break down like that. I was starting to cry because I was scared for my mother. I knew something was wrong, but what I did not yet know.
“Mommy when daddy come home?”
Mom dropped the phone and embraced me in her arms.
“He isn’t, baby, he isn’t.”
Then we both wept till dawn the next morning when we both fell asleep on the kitchen floor.
***The next ten years or so after my fathers death every possible bad thing you could imagine happened. In the fallowing week, after my fathers death my mother went through a deep depression and finally ended her suffering with a single bullet. I was put in and out of foster homes. One year on one and the next year in another. After ten years I was sick of it. I ran away late one night to find myself rapped and beaten by a man who had tried to help me. Then I was tossed in an ally to rot. He had left me for dead. I will never forget his face for as long as I love because very soon I would get my revenge. All these thoughts racing through my head cam to a stop when I saw a figure standing over me but that was about all I saw. The black abyss set in.
***When I awoke the next morning I was not in the ally that I had blacked out in. Nor was the man standing above me there. My eye were still adjusting from the painful beating they had taken the night before but I could tell that this house that I was in was beautiful. I was also in a bed and it was not the bed I had spent the last six months in.
“Where am I?” asking to myself.
“Awake already, dear?” said a gruff old female voice.
“How did I get here?”
“The young master found while he was on his nightly walk. Said you were lying almost dead in the allies. All questions will be answered in time, but right now you need to rest.”
***She tucked me in bed just the way my mother used to. I wanted to know her name and I had forgotten to thank her. She went to leave the room. I went to open my mouth but before any sound passed my lips she spoke.
“It is not me who you need to thank dear Adrian. It is the man who found you. But as for my name it is Mary Ann. Rest”
how had she known my name? Before I could get the sound from my mouth to work...darkness.
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