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| Malicious | 1 Nov 2009, 17:53 Post #1 |
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I am nothing… if not a walking reminder of life’s failures. The scraping sound of metal against stone reverberated off the cold walls of Ravencroft manor- sending a chill down the spine of the lone maid swiftly making her way towards the large double doors in the entryway. The heels of her perfectly shined black shoes clicked methodically on the aged (but charming) wood floor beneath her feet. Minnie Anderson sent a long look over her right shoulder; her dark brown eyes briefly catching a glimpse of something in the shadows of the old stone home’s most lavishly decorated hallway. She stopped, her heart pounding in her chest as she turned to face the pale specter. Frightful, Minnie found herself unable to blink as she and the malevolent ghost sparred with their eyes, each mentally willing the other to give up the game- to admit defeat. It was the same song and dance they played every night, and Minnie did so hate to waltz. Her eyes suddenly watered. She blinked. A light brush of wind swept across her cheek, burning and feeling nothing like the sweet caress of her husband waiting for her at home. Her husband, her mind struggled to remind her of the impending dinner date that her dear Jonathan had set up for that night. With a resolute frown perched on her lively pink lips, she threw the smug specter a dark look before fishing her keys out of her purse and exiting the old home; making sure to lock the door behind her. High above, on the manor’s third floor, a figure drew back the curtain of a tall window to watch Minnie hurry to her fairly new 2008 Chevy Cobalt, stick the key into the ignition and step on the accelerator- gunning the little car down the crushed rock driveway. He smiled a small, secretive smile- well aware of the game his favorite maid played each night with his long deceased great, great grandfather. The Ravencroft family had lived in the cold stone manor just outside of Boston, Massachusetts for as long as anyone could remember. Indeed, they were as much of a New England fixture as the small town of Salem, or even Boston itself. I am nothing… if not a walking reminder of life’s failures. The words, unbidden, came to the man’s mind again. He closed the deep red drapes of his bedchamber with a heavy ‘snap’ and returned to his desk. A lone candle lit up the rich, mahogany surface- as well as throwing playful highlights along the tall gentleman’s glorious, neatly cut blonde hair. Sitting down at the desk he picked up the knife he’d left sitting there and examined it’s newly sharpened blade under the lamplight. Alone in his father’s home, the young man of twenty-three allowed himself a victorious smile. After the night his father had been killed he had finally tracked the murderer. Astonishingly enough, he was in Boston. Tonight, Darren Ravencroft would have his revenge. He had been too weak to save his father from death, but if anything, on this day he would be strong enough to avenge Albert’s memory. I am nothing… if not a walking reminder of life’s failures. I was weak, but tonight I will be strong. Tomorrow everyone would know that the killer of the former head of the Ravencroft family had finally been brought to justice. Tomorrow would mark the beginning of a new future for the Ravencroft name. Darren would be it’s sword… and it’s shield. “The finally piece has been played.” He whispered, and indeed, it had. Jonathan Anderson, though reformed, had once been a dangerous killer. Minnie, his wife, knew nothing of his past. Darren had hired Minnie in order to gain their trust. A few weeks later an ‘anonymous’ invitation had been sent to the Anderson’s- inviting them to a complimentary meal at Boston’s top restaurant. It was there that Darren would make his move after Jonathan had indulged in too much wine (As Minnie often complained to Darren that her husband did)- leaving him disoriented and his senses dulled. It was perfect. He even had a way to dispose of the body. I am nothing… if not a walking reminder of life’s failures. I was weak, but tonight I will be strong. Dear father, know that you will soon be avenged. |
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| Arius Daemonis | 2 Nov 2009, 12:58 Post #2 |
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