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Week 3 Prompt
I have completed the prompt for week number 2. And it was TOUGH. It was actually very hard. But I did it. And it may turn out to be a backstory for a character I created some time ago. So that is fun.
For next Sunday the prompt is:
“She is going into that house to take him down. To take them all down.”
“Was that suppose to hurt?”
The rain had just begun to fall as Clara stepped out of the shop. Sighing, she frowned at the sky and adjusted her hat. She couldn’t help being annoyed by the rain; she had no parasol or proper bonnet to protect from the falling water. Lifting her skirt, she began to walk briskly through London, and back to the orphanage.
As she moved through the thick pea soup fog, she knew she had plenty to be grateful for. She could be living on the soaked rain covered street, like many of the other children. She could be working in one of the workhouses or on the streets, like many of the other girls her age. Clara knew she was lucky, at age 16, to be living, and working in the orphanage. Mrs. Baker was kind enough to her, letting her continue to stay and work, rather then pushed out on the street.
Moving through the street, she focused on keeping shoes on the cobbles and not the growing puddles. She had been so focused on watching her step that she was startled by the sound of men’s voices behind her coming down the close.
She peered behind her and saw three men stumbling along behind her. She put her head down and began walking faster. The voices turned to shouting in her direction and Clara could feel her nervousness and fear growing.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm and jerked her back. She stumbled into the wall, dropping her parcel, and a groan of pain escaped from her lips.
“Did you not hear us?” One of the men sneered, and Clara could smell the ale and port on his breath.
“Let go,” her voice came out as a mere whimper, and it caused the men to howl in laughter.
Over the laughter, Clara heard the clicking of a walking stick and heels on the cobbles. None of the men seemed to mind, and Clara summoned enough strength to yell out. The man holding her against the wall gave her a shake. “None of that,” he hissed at her.
“Now, now, what do we have here?” Came a light feminine voice. All heads turned to the sound of the voice. Clara could see a man with the cane and top hat and on his arm a woman dressed in a rich red bustled dress.
“This does not concern you.” Another of the drunken man slurred at the pair.
“Oh, but it does now.” The woman responded as she came closer. She seemed thrilled to be in this position. Clara gave another whimper, and the women looked directly at her. “Let the girl go.” Her voice was clear and sharp.
The man holding Clara looked to the gentleman who stood a bit back from the woman. “Take your lady and leave sir. This is nothing of your concern.”
“Well, my good man, it is not me you will be dealing with. My darling.” He looked at the woman, tipped his hat, then stood back and began lighting a cigarette.
Clara was shocked that this woman escort would just leave her to her own devices, until the woman stepped forward, grabbed one of the drunk by the neck and threw him into the other wall of the close, where he crumbled to the ground, and remained still. The man holding Clara dropped her in shock, causing her to crumble to the ground.
Clara stared up at the woman. She could see her eyes, and they were red, as brilliant red as fresh blood. Clara could only stare at the sight in front of her. The woman threw the second man away from her, and he too crumbled into a heap and wasn’t moving.
The man that had been the leader of the trio, the one who had held her against the wall, was now facing off against the woman. “What are you?”
“A nightmare, my dear boy. A nightmare.” Was her response and Clara watched her lips curl up in a smirk, that revealed pointed teeth.
The man pulled out a knife, and he plugged it into the woman’s chest. Clara’s scream caught in her throat.
The woman paused and looked down at the weapon sticking out of her. Reaching up, she pulled the knife from her chest and smiled. “Was that supposed to hurt?”
She dropped the bloodied knife to the ground, and grabbed the man’s top. Pulling him forward, she snaked her hand up to grab the hair at the back of the man’s head, and pulled back, exposing his neck. It looked as if she was going to kiss his neck, but she opened her mouth and bit him.
“Don’t look my dear,” came a lightly French accented voice. Clara looked up; the woman’s escort had come and squatted down next to her. “Don’t look at her my dear. She will say that it is improper.”
Clara couldn’t move, so she stared at the man, focusing on his pale green eyes. It seemed like forever before she heard a heavy thump, and the woman voice.
“Demitri, my love, handkerchief?”
Demitri looked away from Clara, for a second, to pull out his kerchief. He held it up, and it the woman took it. Clara looked up at the woman, and her mouthed open in another silent scream as she watched the woman wipe bright red blood from her lips and the corners of her mouth.
“Elizabeth, darling. You are terrifying the poor girl.”
“Oh my. It is okay, my pet.” She dropped the hankie to the ground and offered her hand to Clara, to help her up. Clara’s eyes widened at the gesture. “Oh pet, I promise, we will not hurt you. Those men were vile. You are in no danger from us. What is your name?”
“Clara,” she said taking Elizabeth’s hand and standing up.
“Where were you heading?”
“To the orphanage.”
“Do you live there?”
“Yes. And work there.”
“You have no family?”
“No. But Mrs. Baker will worry.”
“Oh, my poor pet. Demitri, this poor child.” She looked to her escort, her eyes, no longer red, but a pale blue, wide and pleading.
Demitri leaned forward and kissed Elizabeth’s forehead. “You know the rules my dear.”
Elizabeth smiled brightly and turned back to Clara.
“Clara, my pet, I have always wanted a daughter. Would you like to come with us?”
Clara, looked between both of the strange people, and suddenly the ground shifted beneath her feet, and the last she heard before the darkness over took, was Elizabeth’s voice saying, “Catch her.”
Writing Prompt Week Number 2
Just picked the prompt for this weeks story.
She pulled the knife from her chest and smiled. “Was that suppose to hurt?”
See it on Sunday!
Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.
"Go ahead," Eve said. "Underestimate me. That'll be fun." She moved forward a step, flexing her hands at her side. The agents in front of her keep their guns up and aimed at her. Colonel Parker didn’t move but stood looking at Eve like a disappointed mother. “I dare you. I dare you to underestimate me and what I’ll do for my sister.” Eve said again. “Eve, that is enough,” Parker said. “We just want you both to come home. We both know she is not really your sister. There is no need for this drama. Let’s go.” “Not happening.” Eve snapped back. “You have had your fun and been away from long enough. It is time to go home.” Parker said, putting her hands to her hips, once again trying to act like a mother frustrated at her angry teenager. “No. I am not going back.” Eve stated mater of factly, squaring her shoulders. “But you are right, I have been gone a long time, and right now you have no idea what I am capable of, or just how strong I may be. Now, let her go.” “Eve…” Parker started to say. “NOW.” Eve screamed, sending a bit of energy forward , causing the lights and glass window panes to shatter. “Mother, I swear, if you do not tell them to release her, you will see everything that I am able to do.” Colonel Parker raised her hands in surrender. “Okay, Eve. Okay.” She moved her hand, motioning to the agents behind her. “Let the child go.” The man holding Lucky moved past the rest and went to set the girl down on the ground. Eve heard a small whimper escape from Lucky, and balled her first to keep her from breaking what small truce there was between the two parties in the room. ‘Help her.’ She thought behind her at Jon, knowing that he would be the one Lucky would responded to most. Eve kept her eyes on Colonel Parker, prepared to defend Jon as he walked by Eve to help Lucky. He put his arms under Lucky’s shoulders and legs, lifting her up. He turned and carried Lucky back to the group. Eve reached out her mind to her sister. ‘You okay kiddo?’ ‘Yes. Now.’ Came the thought reply. Eve smirked at her sister’s resilience. ‘Good.’ She thought back to the younger girl as Jon carried Lucky away from the Colonel, and agents, and back to the girl’s surrogate family. “Okay mother,” Eve said. “Now that that is settled. You can go.” “Oh Eve. I am not leaving without our missing property.” “Property,” Eve heard Detective Andrews say behind her. “Yes, property. Both subject n- one and subject n- thirteen are property of the U.S military. And I am not leaving without that property.” Parker said harshly in the direction of the detective. “You will leave,” Eve replied. “If you know what is good for you. Now go.” “No Eve, you will have to make me, and no matter what you do here Eve, both you and her,” Parker said pointing towards Lucky, “will always be military property. And no matter what, they will not stop coming to get you both back. So, both of you, come home now. Save yourselves years of running.” “We will fight anyone who tries.” Eve retorted. “Yes. I know you would. But what would you be willing to live with loosing?” Parker asked, nodding her head in the direction of the people behind Eve. “We don’t care about them. Would you be willing to live with that loss? Or live with what you would have to do to try and stop that loss?” Eve felt the unease in her core growing at the subtle threat directed at the people behind her, her friends, the people she considered family. “Eve, no matter what you do, more people will come for you. And those people who follow in my footsteps won’t see you as anything but subjects numbers one and thirteen, nothing more than science experiments.” Eve knew she had to do something. Everything Parker said was true. She knew it. Parker knew it. Everyone in the room knew it. Eve had been running for nearly six years since escaping the LAB, she wanted nothing like that for Lucky. An idea slowly formed, and Eve quickly blocked her mind from Lucky. “What if we could make a deal?” Eve asked. “I’m listening,” said Parker, just as behind her Lucky’s broken voice said “Eve?” Eve ignored her sister, and plowed ahead with her plan. “I’ll go with you. Willingly, without struggle, but in return you have to guarantee Lucky’s safety, and the safety of everyone else behind me.” “We can talk….” Parker started. “I’m not done,” Eve said stopping the Colonel mid sentence. “You will guarantee it by destroying every piece of evidence that she ever existed. The LAB here where she was held, destroyed. All records of her, all files about her, destroyed from every database. You will make it so that as far as anyone is concerned subject n- thirteen never existed. And everyone here who knows about all of this, are also guaranteed safety, and they will not speak about it ever again.” Eve took a deep breath. “That is the conditions that you will meet if you want to keep your property.” A chorus of voices behind her began to argue against her plan. “Shhh.” Eve hissed, pushing her hand back, sending a small wave of energy behind her. “Eve,” began Parker. “That is the the offer. That is what you will agree to if you want me to go with you. If not, I can end this particular wave of military property collectors right here and right now.” “I vote for that plan.” Eve heard Jon mutter behind her as they waited for Parker’s response. “You will come with us and we will dispose of all knowledge regarding subject 13. I can agree to those terms.” “No, Eve.” Lucky called. “However, any breach, or resistance, by you will null and void this deal.” Parker held out her hand. “Eve. No. Don’t. Please.” Lucky called again. Eve held her left arm behind her, blocking any attempt Lucky might try, even in her weakened state, to stop this. She extended her right hand and shook the Colonels. “Deal.” Eve said. “I’ll say my goodbyes.” Eve turned and walked straight to Lucky. “Eve, what are you…” Lucky started. Eve knelt down to where Jon had sat with Lucky. “Shh, kiddo, it’s okay. It will be fine.” Eve ran her hands through Lucky’s short hair. “This will keep you, and everyone here safe. Don’t worry.” “But Eve.” “You were never unlucky like they called you in the LAB. You are wonderfully lucky and amazing. And me doing this will let you be free. You will grow up, you will go to college, you will have a life, and you will make the most of it. Do you understand?” “Yes, but.” “No buts kiddo. I want you to have an amazing life. Live it to the fullest. I will always be right here.” Eve said tapping two fingers on Lucky’s chest above the heart. Eve lend forward and kissed Lucky’s forehead. “I love you kiddo.” “Eve, let’s go,” came Parker’s voice. Standing up she looked around at everyone she cared about, everyone she was doing this for. “Take care of yourselves. Take care of her.” She turned and walked away, trying to block out Lucky’s crys. Colonel Parker put a hand to Eve’s back and directed her through the agents who, as the pair passed, turned to follow. “You know, I honestly was not expecting that Eve.” “I guess you underestimated me, and what I would do for my sister.”
First Prompt
I picked a prompt last Sunday. So the first story will be up later this evening. The prompt is:
‘Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.’
Plan
I now have a plan!
I am going to do weekly post from random prompts. I will pick a prompt on Sunday- and tell you what it is - then I will work on it through out the week. The next Sunday, I will post the little story.
And then the process will start again.
I am very excited. Here we go!
Creativity
I miss being creative. I haven’t been able to create something wonderful and new in months.
I’m going to blame working so much.
But, I am going to change that. I want to post daily, or every other day, a little short, or flash fics, from a random writing prompt. Hopefully it will inspire me to create constantly.
And it will ease my soul.
Well that is the goal.