Hmm? o.o Did I avoid something horrible??
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What. The. Hell.
Who did that guy think he was? All that talk about me being a target... was he trying to scare me? I had to do something... but what could I do? Hide myself away? Father and the others would find me for sure. And if they really were after me, they would certainly have the means to get to me.
My appetite had vanished. In fact, I had become a bit worried about whether my food had been poisoned, even though I had eaten some already. If there had been anything in it, I would have been affected already... wouldn't I?
I desperately thought back to who would stand to gain from my death. Mother and Father might, of course. The only other potential recipient of my fortune would be the next youngest female member of my family. Who exactly was that? My only sibling was my older brother, but I had a lot of cousins, many of whom I had scarcely ever spoken to in my life. I didn't know which of them was the youngest!
I breathed deeply. I needed to calm down; there had to be some way out of this. Couldn't I just take a few billion dollars for myself and leave the rest in some collective family fund or something? There was no way I needed over a hundred billion dollars, and maybe if I did that it would get everyone else off my back.
But... no. Somehow, I knew that would not be allowed. It might even make me more of a target than I already was. My family took its stupid traditions very seriously. How had grandmother lived so long anyway?
Then it hit me.
Grandmother had been headstrong, stubborn... powerful. But I... I was just some weak girl who had been through hell and never fully recovered. They must think me unworthy to control this fortune. That had to be it! So in order to stop their scheming, I would have to become strong.
It was time to make a statement.
"Guards!" I called, drawing the attention of those dining at nearby tables, "I've changed my mind. Take me back home, now."
I bit my lip, but only slightly, so that no one could see it. Was I truly going to speak to... that man?
Who did that guy think he was? All that talk about me being a target... was he trying to scare me? I had to do something... but what could I do? Hide myself away? Father and the others would find me for sure. And if they really were after me, they would certainly have the means to get to me.
My appetite had vanished. In fact, I had become a bit worried about whether my food had been poisoned, even though I had eaten some already. If there had been anything in it, I would have been affected already... wouldn't I?
I desperately thought back to who would stand to gain from my death. Mother and Father might, of course. The only other potential recipient of my fortune would be the next youngest female member of my family. Who exactly was that? My only sibling was my older brother, but I had a lot of cousins, many of whom I had scarcely ever spoken to in my life. I didn't know which of them was the youngest!
I breathed deeply. I needed to calm down; there had to be some way out of this. Couldn't I just take a few billion dollars for myself and leave the rest in some collective family fund or something? There was no way I needed over a hundred billion dollars, and maybe if I did that it would get everyone else off my back.
But... no. Somehow, I knew that would not be allowed. It might even make me more of a target than I already was. My family took its stupid traditions very seriously. How had grandmother lived so long anyway?
Then it hit me.
Grandmother had been headstrong, stubborn... powerful. But I... I was just some weak girl who had been through hell and never fully recovered. They must think me unworthy to control this fortune. That had to be it! So in order to stop their scheming, I would have to become strong.
It was time to make a statement.
"Guards!" I called, drawing the attention of those dining at nearby tables, "I've changed my mind. Take me back home, now."
I bit my lip, but only slightly, so that no one could see it. Was I truly going to speak to... that man?
Me too! ^.^
I bit my lip as I tried to find an excuse to stay on campus.
No matter what Mother said, I would never, ever buy into her "our little precious" crap again. Not after father had flat out refused to pay my ransom, supposedly on the grounds of "refusal to negotiate with terrorists." Everything that had happened after was all his fault. He had been the one to torture me for crying too much, to take from me what was only mine to give, to rob me of my childhood. And I would never forgive him. The farther away from him I remained, the better.
Of course, there was no guarantee they would even show up. Father knew I blamed him, and Mother said I would have the summer house to myself. But, still, despite my new found fortune, the guards protecting me were paid by Father. If he asked them to force me to visit him, they would. And who would argue with such a rich man?
Anyway, something had been wrong with mother earlier. She had seemed far too nervous. Was she planning something? To kill me, perhaps? If I died, would the fortune I had just inherited be handed to my parents? No, it wouldn't be safe to return. I had to do something to get rid of them, and probably to lose the guards, too. They should be easy enough to replace with the money I had. Except... what if the new guards tried to betray me and take all the cash they could?
I shook my head vigorously. Too paranoid. I couldn't help it, of course; I had been this way ever since my ordeal had begun. I needed a distraction.
I dressed myself in a long, black skirt and a white cardigan over a black tanktop. For good measure, I added a few bracelets and my new necklace to the ensemble. I would be with my guards; they weren't likely to do anything to hurt me as long as I was cooperating. I exited my apartment, locking the door behind me, and motioned toward my nearest guard. "Take me to a nice restaurant... maybe something near a club," I said. Of course, I didn't have a license myself; I had never found the time to learn how to drive amidst playing catch-up with all my other studies. I would have to rely on my guards for transportation and, of course, protection. As long as they were around, I should be safe from everyone else, even in public places. Sometimes, risks were necessary, perhaps even a vital part of my recovery.
No matter what Mother said, I would never, ever buy into her "our little precious" crap again. Not after father had flat out refused to pay my ransom, supposedly on the grounds of "refusal to negotiate with terrorists." Everything that had happened after was all his fault. He had been the one to torture me for crying too much, to take from me what was only mine to give, to rob me of my childhood. And I would never forgive him. The farther away from him I remained, the better.
Of course, there was no guarantee they would even show up. Father knew I blamed him, and Mother said I would have the summer house to myself. But, still, despite my new found fortune, the guards protecting me were paid by Father. If he asked them to force me to visit him, they would. And who would argue with such a rich man?
Anyway, something had been wrong with mother earlier. She had seemed far too nervous. Was she planning something? To kill me, perhaps? If I died, would the fortune I had just inherited be handed to my parents? No, it wouldn't be safe to return. I had to do something to get rid of them, and probably to lose the guards, too. They should be easy enough to replace with the money I had. Except... what if the new guards tried to betray me and take all the cash they could?
I shook my head vigorously. Too paranoid. I couldn't help it, of course; I had been this way ever since my ordeal had begun. I needed a distraction.
I dressed myself in a long, black skirt and a white cardigan over a black tanktop. For good measure, I added a few bracelets and my new necklace to the ensemble. I would be with my guards; they weren't likely to do anything to hurt me as long as I was cooperating. I exited my apartment, locking the door behind me, and motioned toward my nearest guard. "Take me to a nice restaurant... maybe something near a club," I said. Of course, I didn't have a license myself; I had never found the time to learn how to drive amidst playing catch-up with all my other studies. I would have to rely on my guards for transportation and, of course, protection. As long as they were around, I should be safe from everyone else, even in public places. Sometimes, risks were necessary, perhaps even a vital part of my recovery.
Eva woke up with a start as a ray of sunlight struck her body.
Within a moment, she had rolled off the couch, onto the floor. The light was no real threat to her, of course; the crack between the curtains didn't let in even close to enough to disable her abilities. Nonetheless, she hated it. Better to avoid the light as much as she could!
She sat up on the floor, yawning, her stomach whining in protest of her neglect. Eva pushed herself to her feet, adjusting the curtain so that it purged the light from the room. Better have something to eat. She couldn't afford to stay in this house much longer - someone would stop by to check for sure. It would be prudent to leave tonight. She would wait until the sun had set, then use some of the money she had stolen to stay in a hotel for a few days.
Eva rummaged through one of the cabinets in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. The old lady didn't seem to have a whole lot of food left. She must have died before she could do the grocery shopping. As a result, Eva's only choice for breakfast was Frosted Flakes. She was so sick of Frosted Flakes!
The hotel will have something better, she assured herself as she poured a bowl of the cereal and a glass of water, then returned to the couch. As she sat, she flicked the TV back on. The news was still covering last night's massacre, naturally. Eva scowled between bites. The reporter claimed some of the Gifted who had attended the gathering had escaped. That meant there was bound to be someone looking for them. Anyone making suspicious movements was likely to be noticed, and normally, just about everything Eva did was suspicious. It wouldn't be safe for her to be traveling by foot all alone after dark. And that meant one thing.
A miserable day in the sun.
Within a moment, she had rolled off the couch, onto the floor. The light was no real threat to her, of course; the crack between the curtains didn't let in even close to enough to disable her abilities. Nonetheless, she hated it. Better to avoid the light as much as she could!
She sat up on the floor, yawning, her stomach whining in protest of her neglect. Eva pushed herself to her feet, adjusting the curtain so that it purged the light from the room. Better have something to eat. She couldn't afford to stay in this house much longer - someone would stop by to check for sure. It would be prudent to leave tonight. She would wait until the sun had set, then use some of the money she had stolen to stay in a hotel for a few days.
Eva rummaged through one of the cabinets in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. The old lady didn't seem to have a whole lot of food left. She must have died before she could do the grocery shopping. As a result, Eva's only choice for breakfast was Frosted Flakes. She was so sick of Frosted Flakes!
The hotel will have something better, she assured herself as she poured a bowl of the cereal and a glass of water, then returned to the couch. As she sat, she flicked the TV back on. The news was still covering last night's massacre, naturally. Eva scowled between bites. The reporter claimed some of the Gifted who had attended the gathering had escaped. That meant there was bound to be someone looking for them. Anyone making suspicious movements was likely to be noticed, and normally, just about everything Eva did was suspicious. It wouldn't be safe for her to be traveling by foot all alone after dark. And that meant one thing.
A miserable day in the sun.
@Markofkri Posted! ^.^
I stared at the necklace within my hand, eyes wide.
My memories of Grandmother were fuzzy. As a child, I had encountered her several times a year; at my birthday parties, on Thanksgivings, and on Christmas. But ever since my abduction... I had seen her perhaps two times. Once during the horrific "welcome home party" Father had had the gall to force upon me, and once last Christmas. I had exchanged no more than a few words with her on either occasion. Yet now... this. The necklace was quite pretty, of course, but the money... I had never known my grandmother was so wealthy. She - and, now, I - was a hundred times richer than Father. With this money, I could be free of him forever.
Yet the joy I had expected to accompany that thought never arrived. Instead, I was left with one question: Why? Why would Grandmother leave this to me? I had never really known her, not as a person. Could this truly just be a matter of tradition? It was too much... too good to be true.
A knock on the door, then seven seconds later, another two in quick succession. That was the signal. I stood, gently setting the necklace and envelope on my bedside table. It was only natural that my bodyguards wanted to check that I was safe after I had received a visit. I pulled the door open a crack, then further when I was met by David's usual impassive stare.
"Everything all right, Miss Mistley?" he asked, eyes darting over my shoulder, as if he expected an attacker to emerge from my very room.
"Yes," I said, careful not to let my emotions seep into my voice. "He was just delivering some jewelry I ordered. Everything is fine." The large man nodded and walked away without another word. I shut the door, fastening its multiple locks, and returned to my bed.
On a whim, I picked up the necklace, examining it for a moment before slipping it on. I crept over to the mirror. Despite everything, from the trauma I had been through to the fact that I was still in my pajamas, I was quite pretty. I knew that, of course. And this necklace only complemented my beauty. I allowed myself a false smile for a moment. If I wore contacts to make my eyes appear green, the necklace would be truly stunning on me. Next time I was forced to appear at some stupid function, I would have to try that out.
I turned back to the letter that had come in the package, eyes scanning it over again. Could I really be that rich? Did that make me the wealthiest person in the world? This was all some prank, it had to be.
But the necklace was real enough. Whatever this situation was, I would make the best of it. Perhaps, if I was lucky, some of my wishes would actually come true.
My memories of Grandmother were fuzzy. As a child, I had encountered her several times a year; at my birthday parties, on Thanksgivings, and on Christmas. But ever since my abduction... I had seen her perhaps two times. Once during the horrific "welcome home party" Father had had the gall to force upon me, and once last Christmas. I had exchanged no more than a few words with her on either occasion. Yet now... this. The necklace was quite pretty, of course, but the money... I had never known my grandmother was so wealthy. She - and, now, I - was a hundred times richer than Father. With this money, I could be free of him forever.
Yet the joy I had expected to accompany that thought never arrived. Instead, I was left with one question: Why? Why would Grandmother leave this to me? I had never really known her, not as a person. Could this truly just be a matter of tradition? It was too much... too good to be true.
A knock on the door, then seven seconds later, another two in quick succession. That was the signal. I stood, gently setting the necklace and envelope on my bedside table. It was only natural that my bodyguards wanted to check that I was safe after I had received a visit. I pulled the door open a crack, then further when I was met by David's usual impassive stare.
"Everything all right, Miss Mistley?" he asked, eyes darting over my shoulder, as if he expected an attacker to emerge from my very room.
"Yes," I said, careful not to let my emotions seep into my voice. "He was just delivering some jewelry I ordered. Everything is fine." The large man nodded and walked away without another word. I shut the door, fastening its multiple locks, and returned to my bed.
On a whim, I picked up the necklace, examining it for a moment before slipping it on. I crept over to the mirror. Despite everything, from the trauma I had been through to the fact that I was still in my pajamas, I was quite pretty. I knew that, of course. And this necklace only complemented my beauty. I allowed myself a false smile for a moment. If I wore contacts to make my eyes appear green, the necklace would be truly stunning on me. Next time I was forced to appear at some stupid function, I would have to try that out.
I turned back to the letter that had come in the package, eyes scanning it over again. Could I really be that rich? Did that make me the wealthiest person in the world? This was all some prank, it had to be.
But the necklace was real enough. Whatever this situation was, I would make the best of it. Perhaps, if I was lucky, some of my wishes would actually come true.
Will you be starting with something, or should I?
Name: Eva Mistly
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Eva's pale face is framed by long, black hair that often covered one of her brown eyes. Despite being rather short, standing a mere 5'2", Eva stands out due to her haunted demeanor, that look that never seems to leave her eyes. Several scars are concealed beneath her clothing. Due to her family's wealth, she generally wears a lot of jewelry.
Bio: Eva comes from a wealthy background. For ten years, she lived the excessive life of a spoiled rich girl. But the light of happiness is elusive; on one summer night, it fled, never to return.
When she awoke, she wasn't at home. No... the men who lived in the place she ended up couldn't have been more different from her parents. At first, they promised she would be safe. As soon as Daddy paid up, they would let her go. Even they underestimated the wickedness of pride.
When it became clear the ransom would not be paid, they beat her... and worse.
Only after four years did their guard falter enough. Why shouldn't their prisoner be their servant, after all? As long as she couldn't leave the bunker-like structure she was housed in, she was no harm. What could a little girl do?
In turned out, even a little girl could figure out how to poison someone.
Such measures were forgiven, of course. It was only natural for a girl abused for so long to go to any lengths to be free of her abductors. Mommy and Daddy welcomed her back with open arms. After a few years of intensive studying, she was ready to go off to college with her peers. She had her own private apartment (and bodyguards) on campus in no time. But she would never forget.
Then, one day, she inherited a strange yet alluring necklace from her grandmother.
The necklace:
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Eva's pale face is framed by long, black hair that often covered one of her brown eyes. Despite being rather short, standing a mere 5'2", Eva stands out due to her haunted demeanor, that look that never seems to leave her eyes. Several scars are concealed beneath her clothing. Due to her family's wealth, she generally wears a lot of jewelry.
Bio: Eva comes from a wealthy background. For ten years, she lived the excessive life of a spoiled rich girl. But the light of happiness is elusive; on one summer night, it fled, never to return.
When she awoke, she wasn't at home. No... the men who lived in the place she ended up couldn't have been more different from her parents. At first, they promised she would be safe. As soon as Daddy paid up, they would let her go. Even they underestimated the wickedness of pride.
When it became clear the ransom would not be paid, they beat her... and worse.
Only after four years did their guard falter enough. Why shouldn't their prisoner be their servant, after all? As long as she couldn't leave the bunker-like structure she was housed in, she was no harm. What could a little girl do?
In turned out, even a little girl could figure out how to poison someone.
Such measures were forgiven, of course. It was only natural for a girl abused for so long to go to any lengths to be free of her abductors. Mommy and Daddy welcomed her back with open arms. After a few years of intensive studying, she was ready to go off to college with her peers. She had her own private apartment (and bodyguards) on campus in no time. But she would never forget.
Then, one day, she inherited a strange yet alluring necklace from her grandmother.
The necklace:
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