*excuse to procrastinate*
So, instead of doing what should be doing, I am editing. *hangs head* I am like the worst-best student ever. Seriously, it ridiculous. I should really, really, really be finishing my Econ project, or starting my Bio IDs. Okay, I'm totally going to do school work. A
After I post this...
Basically I started working on a multi-chaptered venture in the Psych-fandom. I had the first few chapters done when a plot bunny tackled me, (it was a very large creature) and demanded I address something else in the story. Actually it gave me a much clearer direction and I wrote this prologue. I feel like if at least put this out there it'll be incentive to get the next few chapters done. And you don't have to be familiar with any part of the show for this snippet so if you're just curious, or hey, bored, then check it out. I could use the feedback.
So here we go, another fic, yet again only posting a chapter...
Title: Absconditus Obligatus
A/N: If anyone actually reads this I'd love some feedback.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it then I don't own it. Nor am I claiming ownership. You could sue, but really is my DvD collection and a Great Adventure pen really worth all that trouble. You can totally have the pen.
Characters: OFC, Unknown
Warnings: Allusion to some not nice things, though probably not what you're thinking
Genre: Angst/Mystery/Humor
Words: 1,077
The television flickered to life and he put in the video tape. It fizzled and cracked sharply before a pale, dark green wall came into focus. The camera was swung down and finally the subject came into view. A young girl, no older than eight sat behind a steel table in what appeared to be an interrogation room. She was a pretty young thing, her dark blonde hair was tied back, revealing more of her delicate features. Her bright green gaze shifted nervously to the camera and her discomfort soon became apparent.
“Jenny.” A soothing voice said from outside the frame, distinctly feminine. “I’m going to need to have you answer those questions we talked about now.” A pained expression crossed Jenny’s face and she fidgeted with her sweatshirt, one that obviously didn’t belong to her, but to someone quite a bit larger and possibly male.
“Do we have to?” She pleaded.
“It’s very important Jenny.” The woman answered. The young brunette looked to the camera again and then back to where the speaker most likely stood.
“I’d really like to go. I don’t-I don’t remember so much. And I’m really tired. I wanna go now. Please.” Jenny replied, her voice strained.
“I know Jenny, but you can’t go just yet.” Papers shuffled in the background. “Now, I want you to tell me about the day you were taken.”
Jenny looked down at her fingers, the sound of her shaking sneakered foot filled the room.
“Jenny.”
“He said it wasn’t being taken. He said it wasn’t stolen.”
“What did he call it Jenny?”
“He said…” her voice became slightly watery. “He said that when something didn’t have an owner anymore, he said, he said that,” she sniffed, and brought her head back up, eyes defiant. “That it was garbage, and he collected people’s garbage.”
“What happened that day Jenny? The day he ‘collected’ you.”
“I already told you.” The girl said quietly. “Can I please just go?” Jenny fiddled with the zipper of her sweatshirt again. It was seemingly an unconscious act.
“No, Jenny. Officer Daniels and I have to record your statement. We need to do it now, while everything’s still fresh in your mind.”
“I might forget by tomorrow?”
“Jenny. I want you to tell me about that day.”
Jenny heaved a heavy sigh, her shoulders sinking, and buried her hands in her sweatshirt. “I answer and I can go?” Apparently she received confirmation because she continued. “They told me to get ready, they said you were picking me up so I could see…so we could go to my parents’…” The little girl shifted yet again. “A man came in to my room at the hospital. He said he was there to take me to you. But I knew he wasn’t. I told him…he got angry. He grabbed me and pushed the white stuff they use for bleeding, Nurse Mary said it was gauze, he made me breath it in. It tasted sweet, like…That’s all I remember.”
“Good Jenny. Now can you tell me what happened next?”
“No.” The girl supplied simply.
“Jenny.”
“I wasn’t awake. I don’t know what happened next. Can I go now?” She pleaded again, her eyes flicking to her right and the camera’s left.
“Jenny. I meant when you were awake. What happened then?” Jenny’s body tensed even more and she pulled the sweatshirt tighter.
“But I already told you.” She whispered, her voice shaking.
“Jenny.”
“Please.”
“I need you to tell me what happened when you woke up Jenny.”
“I-I” she look down to her hands that rested on the table. Her sleeves fell far past her finger tips. “I woke up in,” she picked at the table. “In a room in his house. Like a dollhouse. He left me alone for a really long time. I don’t know, I feel asleep a lot.” Her green eyes flicked towards the right again, perhaps where the door lay. “I woke up one time and he was there. He likes to watch people sleep. They don’t lie when they sleep.”
“That’s good Jenny. Very good. Keep going.” A scribbling noise could be heard.
She swallowed and wiped her fabric covered hand under her eye. “He likes to talk. If you listen really quiet he doesn’t get so mad so much. He just told me lots of things. He brought me food sometimes, and talked more. He let me use the bathroom if I said please and thank you enough. He doesn’t like it when you forget.” She sniffed again. “He talked about how people don’t, don’t appreciate things, how they throw things away when they don’t have an owner. That’s why he collected them, so they wouldn’t be garbage anymore.”
“Is that why he ‘collected’ you Jenny?”
“He told me the night before, he said that, that my parents, they didn’t appreciate me. Like him. He saw, and he got angry. He said he wanted to take me away, but you can’t take something from someone who owns it, that’s stealing. So he, he” her chin shook and she breathed in deeply. “He made it so nobody owned me anymore.”
“I want you to tell me about before that night Jenny.”
“I just said.” The girl remarked, a pleading tone in her voice. “He liked to talk. He talks about things all the time. I got to eat in the morning, he said breakfast is the most important meal of the day. He gives you cereal sometimes, or pancakes, or toast with eggs. He doesn’t like bacon. Pigs aren’t right.” Jenny sucked in a shaky breath.
“What else Jenny?”
“He-he gets mad when you don’t remember. The other girls he saved, they didn’t listen. They would ask for things they shouldn’t want, bad things, things that liars like, like bacon. They weren’t thankful. They didn’t appreciate him. Just like everyone else. I tried to remember.” Jenny looked down at her lap. “He doesn’t get so mad when you remember.”
“What happened when you didn’t remember Jenny?”
This time the girl didn’t look up, she pulled her legs up onto her chair, tight against her chest, and folded her arms on top.
“Jenny? What happened when you didn’t remember?”
She looked back at the speaker, her face solemn. “He gets really mad.”
“What did he do when he was mad?”
Jenny played with her shoes and a slightly aggravated sigh came from behind the camera.
“He makes sure you don’t want to forget ever again.”
_______________________
So whatcha think? Do you hate 'mysterious voice' as much as I do? Have I completely ruined the English language for you?
After I post this...
Basically I started working on a multi-chaptered venture in the Psych-fandom. I had the first few chapters done when a plot bunny tackled me, (it was a very large creature) and demanded I address something else in the story. Actually it gave me a much clearer direction and I wrote this prologue. I feel like if at least put this out there it'll be incentive to get the next few chapters done. And you don't have to be familiar with any part of the show for this snippet so if you're just curious, or hey, bored, then check it out. I could use the feedback.
So here we go, another fic, yet again only posting a chapter...
Title: Absconditus Obligatus
A/N: If anyone actually reads this I'd love some feedback.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it then I don't own it. Nor am I claiming ownership. You could sue, but really is my DvD collection and a Great Adventure pen really worth all that trouble. You can totally have the pen.
Characters: OFC, Unknown
Warnings: Allusion to some not nice things, though probably not what you're thinking
Genre: Angst/Mystery/Humor
Words: 1,077
The television flickered to life and he put in the video tape. It fizzled and cracked sharply before a pale, dark green wall came into focus. The camera was swung down and finally the subject came into view. A young girl, no older than eight sat behind a steel table in what appeared to be an interrogation room. She was a pretty young thing, her dark blonde hair was tied back, revealing more of her delicate features. Her bright green gaze shifted nervously to the camera and her discomfort soon became apparent.
“Jenny.” A soothing voice said from outside the frame, distinctly feminine. “I’m going to need to have you answer those questions we talked about now.” A pained expression crossed Jenny’s face and she fidgeted with her sweatshirt, one that obviously didn’t belong to her, but to someone quite a bit larger and possibly male.
“Do we have to?” She pleaded.
“It’s very important Jenny.” The woman answered. The young brunette looked to the camera again and then back to where the speaker most likely stood.
“I’d really like to go. I don’t-I don’t remember so much. And I’m really tired. I wanna go now. Please.” Jenny replied, her voice strained.
“I know Jenny, but you can’t go just yet.” Papers shuffled in the background. “Now, I want you to tell me about the day you were taken.”
Jenny looked down at her fingers, the sound of her shaking sneakered foot filled the room.
“Jenny.”
“He said it wasn’t being taken. He said it wasn’t stolen.”
“What did he call it Jenny?”
“He said…” her voice became slightly watery. “He said that when something didn’t have an owner anymore, he said, he said that,” she sniffed, and brought her head back up, eyes defiant. “That it was garbage, and he collected people’s garbage.”
“What happened that day Jenny? The day he ‘collected’ you.”
“I already told you.” The girl said quietly. “Can I please just go?” Jenny fiddled with the zipper of her sweatshirt again. It was seemingly an unconscious act.
“No, Jenny. Officer Daniels and I have to record your statement. We need to do it now, while everything’s still fresh in your mind.”
“I might forget by tomorrow?”
“Jenny. I want you to tell me about that day.”
Jenny heaved a heavy sigh, her shoulders sinking, and buried her hands in her sweatshirt. “I answer and I can go?” Apparently she received confirmation because she continued. “They told me to get ready, they said you were picking me up so I could see…so we could go to my parents’…” The little girl shifted yet again. “A man came in to my room at the hospital. He said he was there to take me to you. But I knew he wasn’t. I told him…he got angry. He grabbed me and pushed the white stuff they use for bleeding, Nurse Mary said it was gauze, he made me breath it in. It tasted sweet, like…That’s all I remember.”
“Good Jenny. Now can you tell me what happened next?”
“No.” The girl supplied simply.
“Jenny.”
“I wasn’t awake. I don’t know what happened next. Can I go now?” She pleaded again, her eyes flicking to her right and the camera’s left.
“Jenny. I meant when you were awake. What happened then?” Jenny’s body tensed even more and she pulled the sweatshirt tighter.
“But I already told you.” She whispered, her voice shaking.
“Jenny.”
“Please.”
“I need you to tell me what happened when you woke up Jenny.”
“I-I” she look down to her hands that rested on the table. Her sleeves fell far past her finger tips. “I woke up in,” she picked at the table. “In a room in his house. Like a dollhouse. He left me alone for a really long time. I don’t know, I feel asleep a lot.” Her green eyes flicked towards the right again, perhaps where the door lay. “I woke up one time and he was there. He likes to watch people sleep. They don’t lie when they sleep.”
“That’s good Jenny. Very good. Keep going.” A scribbling noise could be heard.
She swallowed and wiped her fabric covered hand under her eye. “He likes to talk. If you listen really quiet he doesn’t get so mad so much. He just told me lots of things. He brought me food sometimes, and talked more. He let me use the bathroom if I said please and thank you enough. He doesn’t like it when you forget.” She sniffed again. “He talked about how people don’t, don’t appreciate things, how they throw things away when they don’t have an owner. That’s why he collected them, so they wouldn’t be garbage anymore.”
“Is that why he ‘collected’ you Jenny?”
“He told me the night before, he said that, that my parents, they didn’t appreciate me. Like him. He saw, and he got angry. He said he wanted to take me away, but you can’t take something from someone who owns it, that’s stealing. So he, he” her chin shook and she breathed in deeply. “He made it so nobody owned me anymore.”
“I want you to tell me about before that night Jenny.”
“I just said.” The girl remarked, a pleading tone in her voice. “He liked to talk. He talks about things all the time. I got to eat in the morning, he said breakfast is the most important meal of the day. He gives you cereal sometimes, or pancakes, or toast with eggs. He doesn’t like bacon. Pigs aren’t right.” Jenny sucked in a shaky breath.
“What else Jenny?”
“He-he gets mad when you don’t remember. The other girls he saved, they didn’t listen. They would ask for things they shouldn’t want, bad things, things that liars like, like bacon. They weren’t thankful. They didn’t appreciate him. Just like everyone else. I tried to remember.” Jenny looked down at her lap. “He doesn’t get so mad when you remember.”
“What happened when you didn’t remember Jenny?”
This time the girl didn’t look up, she pulled her legs up onto her chair, tight against her chest, and folded her arms on top.
“Jenny? What happened when you didn’t remember?”
She looked back at the speaker, her face solemn. “He gets really mad.”
“What did he do when he was mad?”
Jenny played with her shoes and a slightly aggravated sigh came from behind the camera.
“He makes sure you don’t want to forget ever again.”
_______________________
So whatcha think? Do you hate 'mysterious voice' as much as I do? Have I completely ruined the English language for you?