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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 6:30 pm
((Hiya, this is my story that I made a while ago...I posted it up in another site that I'm also very active in, but I decided to post it here as well. The story is written in the character's perspective, so yeah... whee ))
Introduction
It was only reasonable to wonder about your sanity when you lived in a magical world.
No, I'm not talking about a place with the pretty girls who have long flowing hair and little pinks wands--I'm talking about the type of world where you crossed bridges and your big red van soon turned into a horse. Yes, I'm talking about time realms all in one world, accessed and controlled by a special few with annoying metal charms...(Or in my case, a ring.)
Let's say you wanted to spend your honeymoon in ancient Rome, and then visit your mother who currently was residing in 18th century England. This, and alot more was possible by a simple request and a tiny little bit of magical wonder.
Which is specifically where I, Helena Rennings, was born and raised. Now you better sit back and enjoy my crazy tale of enchanment before I send my penguin minions on you.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 6:47 pm
Chapter 1: Breathe (PART ONE)--N.T.A.W.((Not Your Average Wonderland))
!♥!______________________________!♥!..*
It was days like these where I could rip someone's head off, and not give a damn. Yep, it was days like these where I regret ever traveling in time realms from my unnaturally magical, yet terribly unappreciated world.
It was days like these where I was going to my Grandfather's house. Gag me with a pocky stick.
I sighed almost inaudibly and reached the corner of a light and hazy street. My shiny silver ring with golden-colored diamonds (magic was a wonderful thing...) gleamed in the morning sun. I was set. My destination: The Gingerbread house on Dairy Lane.
I'm not kidding. It actually DOES exist...though why on Eath they decided to make their childhood fantasy of living in a gingerbread house, I'll never comprehend.
I whispered my destination into my ring, and recited a small spell. Piece of cake...
...Just as long as you had magical powers by growing up where I did. 10 Brownie points were well-deserved to my parents for giving birth to me in my world.
With a quick rush of air and tingling magic through my body, I was out of sight...and out of that time realm.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 6:49 pm
Chapter 1: Breathe (PART TWO) --N.T.A.W. ((Not Your Average Wonderland))
!♥!______________________________!♥!..*
Running never helps if you're in my situation. That's why I always walk when I'm on my way to my grandfather's, or any other elder's house.
If I ever came there sweaty and panting, I'd never hear the end of it.
Being a Rennings isn't dull. EVER. I don't mean that in a good way, either...well, actually, there are some times when we can actually sit back and take a break from all of our daily activities...
...Of course, I'm purely independent. There are only 3 rules I live by:
1.) Piss me off, and you'll regret it.
2.) Try to kill me, You won't be able to sleep properly.
3.) Never let anyone, or anything, distract you. Yes, that includes guys flirting with you...it's sad to think that they actually think I'm listening to their pick-up lines.
I know for a fact that I can be fiesty and spunky sometimes. So what? I'm not always proud all of the time...that's the truth. It's pretty hard to get me shy or intimidated. But it happens.
The "pavement" was cream and bread crumbs on a hard cookie-like floor. The smell of cinnamon wafted through the air, sickingly sweet--just enough to make you hate it the first three minutes you arrive there...or maybe that's just me.
I kept on strolling towards the only house in my sight: It was about 3 stories tall, magically enhanced to appear smaller so that it doesn't tower over the cinnamon trees. My grandfather always had a "thing" for christmas cookies and gingerbread...but this was too much.
...Even the bloody cat was a walking muffin!...Uggh, gag me with a pocky stick...again.
By the time I finally stepped on the green candy lawn, my granfather was at the double vanilla doorway, standing erect, and strict-looking.
It was hard not to laugh at an ex-soldier who lived in a gingerbread house/mansion. It was too hilarious.
He practically scowled when he saw me approaching through the "grass" instead of the "walkthrough" that led to the front doors. I know, I know, I was being a pain in the a**, but he deserved it...
...because he was one too.
"You look like a bloody mess." He told me when I finally reached the vanilla doors.
You see? I told you! He lost atleast 20 brownie points for that...!
"Well thank you so much grandfather dearest." I replied sarcastically to his welcome statement.
He obviously understood my sarcasm, but he nodded nonetheless, smiling at me warmly. I smiled back and hugged him. He was soooo lucky we had alot in common.
...but he still lost 20 brownie points. I'm serious.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 6:50 pm
Chapter 1: Breathe (PART THREE) --N.T.A.W. ((Not Your Average Wonderland))
!♥!______________________________!♥!..*
There's always a "LOOK" in a person's gaze that tells you one of two things:
A: You're in big trouble
...or B: You have to do something for them.(i.e., a favor, a mission, etc.)
My grandfather was using the "Look" on me. Uh-oh. Was I about to lose brownie points?
"Helena Josephine Rennings." He whispered quietly in the the sweet-smelling air.
****. I was in trouble wasn't I? If he couldn't find the coffee-flavored chocolate spoon, I'll simply tell him it wasn't me.
"I have found something of concern...something that involves you..." He said grimly, intently staring into my nervous hazel-green orbs.
...And that's when I snapped.
"I swear the coffee flavored chocolate spoon told me to eat it! It was the spoon's fault! It taunted MEEE....!" I covered my mouth after I blurted out my confession. Well, so much for not getting caught. Minus 10 brownie points for me.
Sigh.
My grandfather looked at me as if I had grown two heads. I stared back.
I blinked. "This isn't about the spoon, is it...?"
My grandfather blinked back, and next thing I knew, he started to laugh and hold on to his stomach from laughing so hard. "Good heavens, no, Helena!" He managed to say out loud in between short gasps of air.
Oh.
I felt stupid. Another minus 10 brownie points for me.
I sighed again, only this time it was audible. I was losing at my own game...
"What is it then, gramps?" I asked, nonchalantly gazing out of the white sugar cookie window. The half muffin/ half-cat was chasing a white marshmallow mouse. How quaint. The peculiar ways of life, it seemed...
His laughing ended abruptly.
"Helena, you as well everyone else in our family know about our ability to travel time realms, correct?" My grandfather settled in a caramel-flavored armchair.
I sat down in another one close by it. It was an exact replica of the caramel-flavored armchair--only it was a couch.
"Of course I do, grandad." I showed him my ring. And I was going to Disney Land, damn it... "So, what did you call me in for...?" I asked trying not to sound irritated, but alas, no avail. I was so excited to hear that they had a penguin show today...
"The police needs our family to help solve a century-old case. There's no need to venture in the past...They simply need us to be in different locations, and access them all at the same time."
I gaped at him. "You're kidding, right?"
He shook his head. "You know we are special. You're the last one in our family to receive the gold-diamond ring...except you always had been rather special..." He gazed at me fondly.
Oh, yes. That's right. I inherited one of our ancestor's magical abilities...and immortality. Call it "Cool", or "Awesome", I didn't give a damn. I wanted to be normal like the rest of my family. Aging untill the age of 26 and staying that way for the rest of your eternal life (Or untill you're killed...which was my ancestor's case), might sound like a dream come true, but to think of watching everyone you know grow old and die wasn't exactly a comforting thought. Well, for me at least.
That's why I don't like to stay attached to normal people, or even my family. I know for a fact that if I even BECOME closer to them, I would suffer tremendously when they died. I couldn't deal with that now...it was already too late when it came to my grandfather and I. When he dies, I don't know what I'll do...
"Helena."
I snapped out of my troubling thoughts and replied with an intelligent answer.
"Mrfr?" I know, I know. Brilliant.
"You are needed. Please, I know you won't do the favor for them..." He trailed off, gazing at me with that "look". I'm starting to hate it.
"...but do it for me, Helena."
I glared at him. He knew I would do it for him...
"Damn you, old man." I stormed out of the house, which started to be filled with the merry tinkling sound of his laughter.
...And just like that, he lost 240 brownie points. Bully for him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 6:51 pm
Chapter 2: Truth and Lies (PART ONE) --N.T.A.W. ((Not Your Average Wonderland))
!♥!______________________________!♥!..*
"So, you're here for the teleporting spy position?"
"Apparently, yes." I replied with an inaudible sigh. Somehow I doubted Mr. Macho here was going to let me through without a fight.
"But...you're..."
"Young?" I supplied for him. He shook his head.
"...You're a woman..." He finished rapidly. I gaped at him for a second or two. What bloody time era was he from?!
"Yeah, well listen my dear oh-so-noble-man; I don't give a damn if you think I am not capable enough of handling myself here, just because of your pathetic, egotistical excuses. Move the HELL aside and let me do my job." I said firmly, settling a cold-hazel/green eyed gaze at the unfortunate man.
He gulped and backed away. "I'm...I'm so sorry. Forgive my offense." He said rapidly blinking and sweating from nervousness.
It just so happened that just because I look frail and dainty, everyone tries to overlook me or take advantage of me. I DO NOT plan to stand by and let that happen. Once you get me pissed, I'll strike your fear and become your worst nightmare.
That's right. Brownie point for me.
It took me a while to find the building in which all of the evidence was located. Besides from my two-hours of practically looking around that whole time realm for that god-forsaken building, my evening was going just fine.
Riii-ight. (Please note the sarcasm, my little dearies.) You see? I did it again!((XD))
I pulled my wavy silver hair into a low pony tail, so that it wouldn't spill to my face while I examined everything. It was tough trying to see through its waves, sometimes.
The sight there made me stop dead in my tracks...
I couldn't believe it....
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 6:53 pm
Chapter 2: Truth and Lies (PART TWO) --N.T.A.W. ((Not Your Average Wonderland))
!♥!______________________________!♥!..*
Sometimes vomiting is purely acceptable by others. Don't ask me why. It just was at the precise moment I saw the lifeless bodies sprawled across the once-white tiled floors.
'Disturbing' was the only way to put it.
Apparently, one of the Magical creatures had formed an organization which conducted some murders and killings in prominent families in particular time zones. Oddly, there were no ties to the victims rather than coming from high-class families. Even more puzzling was the fact that the murders were conducted by people who KNEW about the ability to move through timezones....just like my family.
Troubling as I believe THAT was, I couldn't help but wonder if I knew the 'Leader'. Only very few are able to move through time zones and worlds...
...and that was only because those select few came from MY magical world....
...damn.
"Miss Rennings? Have you examined the bodies yet? Since you are knowledgeable to magical creatures, we need you to help identify the race of the murderers...we already found one type that took part in this killing." Mr. Macho (which is my nickname for him...for obvious male-ego reasons. His real name is Mr. Michaels. I'll just call him 'Michaels' for short.) pointed to the two sloppy puncture wounds on each of the victims necks. I arched an eyebrow. There was only one type of creature who needed blood...
"...Vampires..." I breathed, rapidly blinking, confused.
"Yes. We figured that much already..." Michaels said, indifferent to the scene before him. He must be very used to witnessing crime scenes.
I nodded curtly, albeit still puzzled. Vampires may attack for blood, but they almost never tortured the vitims to death and THEN killing. They prefer to keep murders cleaner than ghouls, for instance.
Besides, vampires don't like to savagely rip flesh to little peices.
I shook my head, clearing out all doubtful thoughts.
"Ghouls have also participated. there is no way that Vampires alone commited this..." I waved gently towards the crime scene.
There was a once-lovely copper haired woman staring lifelessly into the ceiling. Half of her face was ripped along with scratches made by claws and metallic torture tools. The other two victims, an older man and a blond aged woman were in the same state--gruesome. Altogether, it produced a rotten stench that wafted strongly through the small white room.
I shuddered a little at the sight of them again. I couldn't help it...this was my first murder scene. And it was unnerving as hell.
How dandy.
Michaels nodded and jotted down some quick notes. I stepped out of the room silently at his dismissal.
I stared into the newly jeweled sky, the color of dark sapphires. I wish I could appreciate the beauty in the clear skies, but images of tortured corpses kept on flashing in my mind.
I was so glad to finally leave that particular time zone and rest for the remains of the evening...hopefully.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 6:54 pm
Chapter 2: Truth and Lies (PART THREE) --N.T.A.W. ((Not Your Average Wonderland))
!♥!______________________________!♥!..*
Annoying people have the tendency to follow you everywhere you go to. Remember 'Micheals', a.k.a., 'Mr. Macho'? Yeah...I met anoter SOB just like him. Don't get me wrong, I was already in a bad enough mood when I met this new man...the police called me up and assigned me to ANOTHER location and crime scene. Luckily, they told me it wasn't as gory and bloody...then again, people in the police are the ignorant bunch sometimes.
So, here I was, at another time zone. Hurrah. Notice the sarcasm, for the love of Merlin(!)
"Pay up."
"Shove off."
"Helena, please make this more pleasant for me..."
"No, I said 'Shove off'. Do you not comprehend that much in that miniscule brain of yours?"
The desk man's eyes narrowed, and he took his extended hand away from me. Good boy.
"Look, unless you pay up, you won't be able to get to the bulding in time...and only I know where it is..." He smirked, lifting his stupid little navy hat slightly.
"Oh? You DO know that I have wonderful connections that can lead me to this so-called 'building' of yours...and of course, unless you let me pass without payng your idiotic fee, I can save you some serious..." I smiled sweetly, and let my pale eyes shift to his little blue beady ones, "...trouble. Now, what will it be?"
He fidgeted slightly, and started to perspire a little. Gag.
"Miss Rennings..." He cleared his throat, "You are not an authority. You can not pass for free, because you are SIMPLY an appointed magical aid. Nothing more." He grinned coldly, apparently regaining his confidence...that SOB!!
I narrowed my eyes, and let my grin widen. "This isn't about money, is it...?" I laughed hollowly. His eyes widened. I could read his memories...
"You always wanted to be appointed to a position to authority, no matter how small..."
He gasped inaudibly, and turned away from me slightly. "Damn you!" He muttered under his breath. "It's not fair that a stupid little 'magical' GIRL can be higher ranked than me and all of the staff in the building other than the president...!!" He yelled.
I stood there calmly toying with my silver hair. How boring...So what if i was ranked higher? He was an ignorant fool that also had male-ego, or perhaps just ego in general, issues. He deserved it.
"Jacobs...what are you doing?" A calm figure spoke calmly, even if he looked mad as hell.
The stupid man, now known as 'Jacobs' snapped his head towards the fast-approaching figure.
"M--Mr. Knightly!! My, you look great!!" He laughed nervously as the tall figured approached him.
Geez, what a suck up...so what if he was the owner of a large string of companies known world-wide in the newer time zones?
...Crap. What was his name again?
"You have done the most idiotic thing so far Jacobs. This is Helena Rennings, new appointed magical aid in all of the authority force. you are fired." He said simply and left a sputtering Jacobs frozen to the spot. He smiled professionally at me and took my hand. He gently brushed his lips against my knuckles, which confirmed my beliefs--He was either a Vampire or a controller of the time Zones just as I. I picked the latter. He seemed to be from the midevil times...
But back to my question-- what was the president of all the 'NightWell' companies doing here?
"I have traveled here to show you around the offices, and the...crime scene." He kept his smile plastered on his unmarred face, and let his long blond hair frame his face in waves that ended down to his shoulders.
Hmm...I can't remember his name...
"Erm...what did you say your name was again?" I asked boredly, immune to his Vampiric charms. 20 brownie points for me.
His smile fell, and his eyes widened slightly. "You are..." He smiled a little, only this time it wasn't so professional. It was genuine. Nice.
"You are a bit different than most other people I meet, magical or not..." He trailed off, and nodded. "I am Austin Knightly. I'm glad to finally meet you, Miss Helena Rennings."
I smiled politely and nodded. His smile widened, and he opened the door for me. Brownie point for him.
"Ladies first." He said simply, still grinning a bit. He seemed so...playful. How quaint. Normally, I would have told him that I am perfectly capable of opening doors, but just not to be fiesty for once, I nooded and stepped in.
Everyone practically bowed when he approached their area. Oh boy. It was going to be a loooong night...
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 6:59 pm
((Alright, I'm logging off now, It's really late where I live, lol. Bye bye, and anyone who likes this story or simply wants to add crtisism, both are highly welcome. Leave comments!! whee Bye!! heart ))
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 7:17 pm
Ungggh...I guess no one liked my story. sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 5:18 am
Lilith-Winters Ungggh...I guess no one liked my story. sweatdrop
I liked it! mrgreen
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 6:49 am
i like it
its a good story
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 7:51 pm
Aw, thanks!! I thought it sucked because no one replied for a loooong time, lol. stressed
Do you want me to post more then...?
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 6:36 pm
pardon my language ahead of time but HELL YEA KEEP GOIN!!.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 1:14 am
yup, me 3, me 3, not p, me, loving where this is going, though its a tad bit too rick jamesish (if you get what that means) but that may well be what i love about it, or perhaps maybe i love that maybe things will go aloft (i dont know what that means yet but i will) what with the many time travelers, like chrono cross maybe but with rings thats diamons change color or something, i dont know, you gotz a good thing going, i would so love to know where this is going, anyways kudos to yee
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