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 Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:40 pm
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By Nysha Moondrop
So basically, i thought to myself "i want to write a story" and that's what i did. Fallen takes place in the USA the year 2096, the government has fallen into the hands of the wealthy would control most of the country's trade, these Elites think of themselves as kings, constantly competing for glory by holding expensive party's, destroying enemies and the lately they are all on the quest to create the prefect human, thinking if they can make an angel, what could separate the from being called a god? The story is told from three peoples points of view, Andre, Camille, and Dmitri, who are a traveling fine dance group who preform for the Elites. ((I'll have pictures up soon)). The contense of the story is in the form of a dance or play, starting with the Overture and ending with an Act Final, So please, sit back and enjoy the show.
((I'd like to know how i'm doing, so between chapters please comment))
Contense:
Overture
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:43 pm
Fallen
Overture
“It was said that god made the angel a perfect being, but in this mad world. What’s to say that he wouldn’t banish one that wasn’t?”
Andre sat leaning his head against the window, rain sliding down the cold glass. Outside, the green countryside was slipping past; the black abandoned buildings like ancient totems, jutting out of the wet soil, the grass blowing giving the vast landscape the impression of a green sea that was at constant turmoil. Inside the small train car, Camille leaned against his shoulder. Her creamy light brown hair was over her left shoulder, hanging in perfect curls at the end of the long strands. Camille was huddled close to Andre, her eyes closed in sleep, her mouth hidden by her burnt ochre knit scarf. Across from Andre, sitting on the red velvet bench seat with his legs crossed, flipping through a news paper was Dmitri. He was wearing a black trench coat and dark blue jeans, his hair in its usual bushed up position.
Dmitri was absorbed in his paper, his focused olive green eyes like a typewriter, scanning right before jumping left again and starting over. They were headed to Chicago, that’s where their next show would be. “They found something in their studies back in New York, they called in the ‘perfect being’ or hence they think they’ve made an angel.” Dmitri said pulling Andre from his thoughts. He let out a sigh and a huff of laughter “Their still on that old science experiment?” He asked looking at Dmitri his expression uninterested. “It seems so, or at least they tried again, apparently they had a supernatural child as their test subject, that’s why they made the news, some of the Elites disagree with the idea of using a child.” Andre listened to Dmitri before glancing back out the window “But I thought the Elites funded the scientists?” Andre asked looking back to Dmitri. “They do, the child died, they say they’ve almost had enough of quote “shots in the dark.” The only reason they haven’t closed them down is the fact that before the child died, it sprouted a small set of wings before the body broke down from the change.” Dmitri said folding up his paper and setting it next to him. Andre was silent, he knew how worthless the life of any test subject would be to a scientist who was being funded by an Elite.
“That’s terrible.” Camille spoke softly; Andre shifted his eyes back down to her. “The question is this article so surprising?” Dmitri said crossing his arms over his chest, “The scientists would kill their spawn if it meant an extra few bucks from Elite.” He seethed. Camille was silent after that; Andre figured it wasn’t because she disagreed but because she knew it was true. Andre sighed and leaned over resting his head against the head cushion of the seat. He looked back through the glass, now small trees grew between the ruins. The trunks bent and leaves seemed to hold just barely to the branches from the strain of wind. After awhile Andre closed his eyes and drifted into a light sleep.
☜ heart ☞
“Andre, Andre,” Andre blinked; Camille was gently shaking his shoulder. “Were here.” She whispered standing up and reaching above the seat into the cargo shelf to grab her bags. Andre stretched his legs before standing and taking his bags. “Where’s Dmitri?” He asked following Camille out of the car and stepping into the station. “He went to get the car, he’ll meet us once we go through security.” Andre nodded; the security around big cities had gotten stricter since the threat of a rebellion to the Elites.
Camille and Andre got through the security check quickly but just as they were walking through the last check the man behind them as he walked through the metal doorway a harsh beep sounded. The man who controlled the detector stood up from his chair and stopped the man. Andre had turned around to watch the man look around, his eyes clouded with anxiety before he tried to make a run for it. In the mans process he pushed past Andre, who simply stepped out of the man’s way but was in a protective stance in front of Camille. “He won’t run far.” Andre said to Camille as the man tried to run to the exit but was blocked by more guards. The man looked around wildly, it was only then did Andre notice that this man was no more then only his age. The stranger had dark russet hair and golden eyes. Just like Camille, Andre thought before the stranger made the wrong move by turning away from the guards and in a split second he was on the ground, his shirt was torn as the guards pinned the stranger down, the skin on his back bore the tattoo of a dragon’s wing on the stranger’s right shoulder. He heard Camille, who was behind him, let out a small whimper. “Come on,” André said turning and urging Camille toward the exit.
Once outside the two were beckoned by the honk of a car, they turned to see Dmitri drive up to the curb in a shiny black car. Andre put his and Camille’s bags in the trunk and held the door open so she could crawl into the backseat. Andre then slid into the front seat next to Dmitri, “Come on we have to get to the hotel and get ready.” Andre said as Dmitri wheeled the car out into the busy street.
Andre stepped out of the car and looked up at the huge hotel, this was where the three would eat and sleep, they had to go to the theatre for everything else. So after all their bags had been dropped off in the room the three ate at one of the many restaurants. Andre ordered a steak and a salad, which he ate quickly in swift but slow bites, enjoying all the flavors of the meal. After dinner the three went up to the room and gathered their things, along with changing into loose clothes. As Andre slipped on a cream tank top, Camille walked out of the bathroom wearing baggy sweat pants and a gray cami that exposed the tattoo of a bird wing on her right shoulder; she’d had that tattoo before she met Andre and Dmitri and for all André knew she’d had it her whole life.
The ride to the theatre was quite, André assumed everyone was calming down and getting into character. They drove around the back of the theatre so that they wouldn’t be seen, but already at two whole hours before the show people were arriving in their fanciest clothes. Andre stepped out of the car and started inside after Dmitri and Camille at his side. Once inside Andre found his dressing room and slipped inside. He started first on his hair, which he normally let fall loose, but during shows he had to slick back his rave feather hair with cement substance like gel. After hair he’d move onto make-up, foundation, black eye shadow, and black eyeliner all making his already piercing blue eyes bluer. Then came his costume, which consisted of mainly a ruffed up navy blue velvet cloak and jazz shoes with cream leg and arm wraps. But Andre’s favorite part of his costume was his mask. The mask was a cream base in the shape of a smiling tiger, it had two maroon stripes one under and above the eye which was painted to match André’s, black dots that consisted of small gold flecks also danced among the mask only enhancing it’s handsome craftsmanship. Andre slipped it onto his face, the mask only taking up the left side of his face.
He looked in the mirror and took a breath in before turning and walking out of his dressing room, up the hall and onto the stage wings, he peeked out, the huge theatre was full of Elites and anyone that had enough money to appeal as a friend to the Elites. Andre took his spot in the left wing and saw the lights dim, this was it, the show would start and end in the thunderous applause.
((end of chapter one))
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