Title: The Three Children of Fortune
Author: The lyrical Eli
Rating: Pg-13/R
Summery: An elder woman begs Sara to help her find her three children whose destiny's are to save the world.
Note: Graphic, violent, sexual scenes are to come. Yes, Eli is putting forth an attempt at being an adult and the fiction includes rape, torture, and death. If you are afraid of these things and know you can not handle them, for the love of God, DO NOT READ THIS FIC!
Disclaimer: No, don't own anything but original characters. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She slowly walked down the dark street. The cold nipped at her bare legs and neck and she wished she didn't have to be out this night. That she could be a normal teenager asleep in a comfortable home with a mom, dad, and two older brothers.
In a sense, she was a normal teenager. Just an unfortunate one of the ghetto. Most girls in her neighborhood were doing this long before she had first started. But they were stone cold and hard, she was not. Her eyes revealed far too much emotion. Emotion itself, whether it be love, or anger, or hate, was just vulnerability. A sure way to hurt yourself.
She rubbed her hands together in an attempt to keep warm. Her teeth chattered lightly and she hoped that her knees wouldn't go out from under her. She still kept on going, making sure to stand straight up and graceful. The wind screamed on in unmerciful rage, screaming so loud that she didn't hear the black car pull up behind her.
The four men, dressed in black shirts and jeans, trailed her for about a block before actually going up to her engage her in their 'employment'.
"Hey, cherie." Smiled the tallest one, a hint of New Orleans stuck in his voice. "How bout givin' us some lovin' tonight?" She looked around and found the four men around her. She took a deep breath and remained as calm as possible, which is hard when you are cut off from all ends.
One rule on the streets is to take what you can get. But one look in their eyes and you knew they had more on the mind then just a round of fun for the night. She made her face as cold as possible, the look that makes any woman instantly old and ugly, and strained urgently not to stutter.
"Not tonight, hon. Already on my way for another job. Too bad." She barked at him, and pushed him aside so that she could go through. She sped up her usual speed. She was greatful she hadn't gone with her high heels. Right now, she needed to get as far away as possible.
One of the men, a shorter, stockier one, grabbed the back of her top. She turned and elbowed him in the groin and took off fast as she could.
She could still hear them behind her and gasped for breath as she ran for all she was worth. She contenplated on just halting and letting them fulfill their desires, but she shook her head no. No price was high enough for her to stop and give these men what they want. She turned down an alley, trying to lose them.
The city streets were covered in water from rainfall. She tried to avoid puddles but ended up going through them, splashing everywhere. She looked back to see them right behind her. She kept on running, putting everything she had into getting away.
She was horrified to find herself in a dead end, being blocked by a wire fence. She refused to give up, and without really thinking about anything but survival, and jumped onto the fence and climbed. One of the men tried to grab her legs, but she kicked his face and jumped over the fence. She landed on her feet. She looked back to make sure they didn't come to climb. She smirked and turned around, only to bump head first into the cajun leader of the pack.
He grabbed her wrists and shoved her into the wall. She screamed, cursing at him. She kicked him off, but his hands still held her wrists. Another then came up and covered her mouth. She bit his hand and continued to struggle. She tried despretely to get her wrist freed, but his grip was like iron. then the other two finally made it over the fence and helped in trying to restrain her.
Finally, a man reached in his pocket and pulled out a needle. "Hold her still, damn it! I can't get it in if she's moving." The other three men held onto her body and the other one shoved the needle into her arm. He injected a white liquid into her system. They three men then let go of her.
She tried to run, but her legs wouldn't move. Her body was no longer in her control. She wanted to cry out, demanding her body to move. Her eyes started to get heavy and she struggled to stay awake. She saw the leader look down on her and smile.
"Now the REAL fun begins." If her eyes could have widened with horror, they would've. The last thing she remembers was a voice leaving her throat.
"No!" And she blacked out.
-Across town-
Ian Nottingham sat up in bed trying to catch his breath. He willed his heart to slow down. He looked around the dark room for a moment before turning on the light next to his bed. The light blazed on, hurting his eyes, but he didn't turn his head. He looked around his room again. Still nothing. He looked at the clock. 11:11 p.m. He sighed and got up off his bed.
He stretched his sore limbs out. "That was one helluva dream." He thought to himself. "Or should I say nightmare? Who was that girl? And why did I see her? Was that a just fiction, or was that really happening? It looked real enough. Perhaps the witchblade let me see it to help out my lady Sara."
He began to walk towards the bathroom when he stopped mid-step. "Hold on! Did I just think of her as 'my lady Sara'? Damn, Ian, you need some sleep." He shook his head at his own thoughts. then he ditched going to the bathroom and just went to bed.
-Meanwhile-
Lydia watched as the paramedics tried to bring her husband back from the dead. She prayed to God to save his soul. His shirt was covered in his own blood. Shot in the chest by a man in a mask. His eyes were closed and he had stopped breathing. After about half an hour of trying, they looked at each other and shook their heads. "Time of death, you call it." The other looked at the clock.
"11:11 p.m. October, 11, 2001." The other jotted it down and turned to Lydia.
"I'm sorry, mam. He's gone on to the next world." Lydia nodded and bit her tongue to produce tears. She then ran from the room and went into the hospital chapel. She kneeled down in the pew and prayed.
"My Lord, forgive me for being joyful at my husbands demise. Bless him and keep him above in your heaven. Forgive the shooter who took his life and may he learn to repent his sins. But I beg of you, now that he is gone, give me back my children. You told me their destiny is to help save the world before end days, but I must wait to reunite them. Let me find them now, my Lord, let me have my children back so that they may do good in your name. Please, God, give me back my children."
Lydia did the sign of the cross and continued on praying. The dim candle light barely gave her form a shadow. The chapel had only about a dozen pews. She was alone in there, facing the image of the virgin Mary and a child Christ.
The sight of the child Christ put the pain of longing for her own flesh and blood in her heart. She loved them so much. And she knew not what types of lives God had given them. Her eyes filled with tears and she shut them, not wanting to bare the pain anymore. The tear drops went down her face and she began to pray out loud.
"Please give me back the three children of fortune."
Eli: More to come. How was this? Please review.
Author: The lyrical Eli
Rating: Pg-13/R
Summery: An elder woman begs Sara to help her find her three children whose destiny's are to save the world.
Note: Graphic, violent, sexual scenes are to come. Yes, Eli is putting forth an attempt at being an adult and the fiction includes rape, torture, and death. If you are afraid of these things and know you can not handle them, for the love of God, DO NOT READ THIS FIC!
Disclaimer: No, don't own anything but original characters. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She slowly walked down the dark street. The cold nipped at her bare legs and neck and she wished she didn't have to be out this night. That she could be a normal teenager asleep in a comfortable home with a mom, dad, and two older brothers.
In a sense, she was a normal teenager. Just an unfortunate one of the ghetto. Most girls in her neighborhood were doing this long before she had first started. But they were stone cold and hard, she was not. Her eyes revealed far too much emotion. Emotion itself, whether it be love, or anger, or hate, was just vulnerability. A sure way to hurt yourself.
She rubbed her hands together in an attempt to keep warm. Her teeth chattered lightly and she hoped that her knees wouldn't go out from under her. She still kept on going, making sure to stand straight up and graceful. The wind screamed on in unmerciful rage, screaming so loud that she didn't hear the black car pull up behind her.
The four men, dressed in black shirts and jeans, trailed her for about a block before actually going up to her engage her in their 'employment'.
"Hey, cherie." Smiled the tallest one, a hint of New Orleans stuck in his voice. "How bout givin' us some lovin' tonight?" She looked around and found the four men around her. She took a deep breath and remained as calm as possible, which is hard when you are cut off from all ends.
One rule on the streets is to take what you can get. But one look in their eyes and you knew they had more on the mind then just a round of fun for the night. She made her face as cold as possible, the look that makes any woman instantly old and ugly, and strained urgently not to stutter.
"Not tonight, hon. Already on my way for another job. Too bad." She barked at him, and pushed him aside so that she could go through. She sped up her usual speed. She was greatful she hadn't gone with her high heels. Right now, she needed to get as far away as possible.
One of the men, a shorter, stockier one, grabbed the back of her top. She turned and elbowed him in the groin and took off fast as she could.
She could still hear them behind her and gasped for breath as she ran for all she was worth. She contenplated on just halting and letting them fulfill their desires, but she shook her head no. No price was high enough for her to stop and give these men what they want. She turned down an alley, trying to lose them.
The city streets were covered in water from rainfall. She tried to avoid puddles but ended up going through them, splashing everywhere. She looked back to see them right behind her. She kept on running, putting everything she had into getting away.
She was horrified to find herself in a dead end, being blocked by a wire fence. She refused to give up, and without really thinking about anything but survival, and jumped onto the fence and climbed. One of the men tried to grab her legs, but she kicked his face and jumped over the fence. She landed on her feet. She looked back to make sure they didn't come to climb. She smirked and turned around, only to bump head first into the cajun leader of the pack.
He grabbed her wrists and shoved her into the wall. She screamed, cursing at him. She kicked him off, but his hands still held her wrists. Another then came up and covered her mouth. She bit his hand and continued to struggle. She tried despretely to get her wrist freed, but his grip was like iron. then the other two finally made it over the fence and helped in trying to restrain her.
Finally, a man reached in his pocket and pulled out a needle. "Hold her still, damn it! I can't get it in if she's moving." The other three men held onto her body and the other one shoved the needle into her arm. He injected a white liquid into her system. They three men then let go of her.
She tried to run, but her legs wouldn't move. Her body was no longer in her control. She wanted to cry out, demanding her body to move. Her eyes started to get heavy and she struggled to stay awake. She saw the leader look down on her and smile.
"Now the REAL fun begins." If her eyes could have widened with horror, they would've. The last thing she remembers was a voice leaving her throat.
"No!" And she blacked out.
-Across town-
Ian Nottingham sat up in bed trying to catch his breath. He willed his heart to slow down. He looked around the dark room for a moment before turning on the light next to his bed. The light blazed on, hurting his eyes, but he didn't turn his head. He looked around his room again. Still nothing. He looked at the clock. 11:11 p.m. He sighed and got up off his bed.
He stretched his sore limbs out. "That was one helluva dream." He thought to himself. "Or should I say nightmare? Who was that girl? And why did I see her? Was that a just fiction, or was that really happening? It looked real enough. Perhaps the witchblade let me see it to help out my lady Sara."
He began to walk towards the bathroom when he stopped mid-step. "Hold on! Did I just think of her as 'my lady Sara'? Damn, Ian, you need some sleep." He shook his head at his own thoughts. then he ditched going to the bathroom and just went to bed.
-Meanwhile-
Lydia watched as the paramedics tried to bring her husband back from the dead. She prayed to God to save his soul. His shirt was covered in his own blood. Shot in the chest by a man in a mask. His eyes were closed and he had stopped breathing. After about half an hour of trying, they looked at each other and shook their heads. "Time of death, you call it." The other looked at the clock.
"11:11 p.m. October, 11, 2001." The other jotted it down and turned to Lydia.
"I'm sorry, mam. He's gone on to the next world." Lydia nodded and bit her tongue to produce tears. She then ran from the room and went into the hospital chapel. She kneeled down in the pew and prayed.
"My Lord, forgive me for being joyful at my husbands demise. Bless him and keep him above in your heaven. Forgive the shooter who took his life and may he learn to repent his sins. But I beg of you, now that he is gone, give me back my children. You told me their destiny is to help save the world before end days, but I must wait to reunite them. Let me find them now, my Lord, let me have my children back so that they may do good in your name. Please, God, give me back my children."
Lydia did the sign of the cross and continued on praying. The dim candle light barely gave her form a shadow. The chapel had only about a dozen pews. She was alone in there, facing the image of the virgin Mary and a child Christ.
The sight of the child Christ put the pain of longing for her own flesh and blood in her heart. She loved them so much. And she knew not what types of lives God had given them. Her eyes filled with tears and she shut them, not wanting to bare the pain anymore. The tear drops went down her face and she began to pray out loud.
"Please give me back the three children of fortune."
Eli: More to come. How was this? Please review.