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Post by DEATH97 on Jul 20, 2007 5:47:50 GMT -5
I started writing this on my Myspace page for my friends list people. But I'll post it here, so you all can read it and vote too. I wrote this stuff quickly and with no spell check, so its errors abound, but this ones just for fun, so no need to pick out the grammar on this one. Errors to the story itself however I'd like to know about. Other than that, enjoy. (note: I'm just copying and pasting this from my blog on Myspace, so the first few decisions have already been made, so just vote on the last post of mine.) ----------------------------------- Never tried posting a blog so heres to hoping I'm doing it correctly, but if I'm not your probably not reading this. I'm just posting this story for something to do when I can't work on the one I want. So if it feels rushed and not thought out, its because it is. Thanks for noticing though. Rules are simple, read the story below, and comment with your choice of what you'd like to see happen next. Your standing in a large circular room. The room is dark, with six wall mounted candles the only source of light. The room is empty. There is no furniture of any kind upon the black and white tiled floor. The walls are painted a pale white, and besides the candles their are only two things that decorate them. Two painted portaits hang upon the wall, one to your left and the other on your right. The picture on your left is of a woman. She wears a red gown that looks like something straight out of gone with the wind. She stands before a black background. Her face can not be made out however, for it is blurred and smeared into a swirl of colors, distorted beyond recognition. It appears as if the painting had become wet at some point. The painting to your right is of a man in a expensive looking grey suit. He stands in a similar position as the woman, and before the same black background. Oddly enough his face too is distorted in almost an identical fashion. You assume the pair were a couple of sorts. No wedding ring appears in either picture but you still get the feeling of a strong connection between them. You take a moment to try to make out any facial details but to no avail. It seems as if both pictures were damaged, or even possibly painted that way on purpose. You ignore the thought for now and continue to examine the room. In front of you are a few steps that lead to three differen't doors, spaced just a couple of feet apart from eachother. The doors look normal enough but each has a large mirror of sorts, several meters in length upon its face. Since your already facing the middle door you walk up and take a look in the mirror. The first thing you notice is that something is missing from the reflection.... You. The Mirror shows you the rest of the room behind you, but you, yourself appear to be absent. The room looks identical however and you touch the mirror just to make sure its not a window. You've seen trick mirrors before but nothing quite like this. You step to your left and look in the mirror of that door. Once again your reflection is absent, but their is something else wrong too. The reflection is not accurate. Only half of the floor is tiled and the walls are absent of any candles or pictures, and are only partially painted. The room appears to be in the process of being remodeled. Or perhaps... Its just being made. Your interest peaked you rush over to the door on your right and look into its mirror. Your no longer surprised when you don't see yourself staring back. Once again the room is different. This time the room looks the same, but its covered in dust and cobwebs. It appears to have aged significantly. You take a step back and look at each door before you. Perhaps each represents a different time? Past, present, and future? Well you have to choose one either way, for their doesn't seem to be any other way out of here. Which door will you Open? Open the Door to the Past.... Open the Door to the Present.... Open the Door to the Future....
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Post by DEATH97 on Jul 20, 2007 5:48:51 GMT -5
(They chose the door to the Past.)
You look at the doors before you. Past, Present, and Future.You have no clue which door leads to an exit, but suddenly a voice enters your head. The voice belongs to a female, and calmly says... "Let us start at the beginning."
You turn around quickly, but no one is there. You don't know how you got into this room or who's voice that was, but you feel you should listen. You step forward and grasp the doorknob between your fingers and turn it slowly. The door opens with no trouble, and you cautiously step inside. The room is dark, nothing can be seen within. You decide to return to the previous room to grab a candle, but the door quickly slams shut. There is no door knob on this side, and all of your attempts to force the door open have failed.
Suddenly a light begins to illuminate the ceiling above you. It shows the rooms dome like features as the light begins to swirl around above you. Images are displayed within the light. They are distant and faded, but you know them still. Memories. Your past is shown before you, but only in glimpses. Flashes so fast that you can't seem to make out what they are, but somehow you know they belong to you. Faces, and places that are familiar, but are quickly removed as if something was erasing their very existence.
The voice comes again... "Take me to the Beginning."
The light forms at the ceilings center and becomes brighter. It shines so brightly your forced to cover your eyes. When you open your eyes its all gone. Faded into the darkness. Your mind weighs heavy, and you no longer know if you are even awake. Darkness surrounds you but takes you in as well. You lose yourself to it.
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You open your eyes, and wipe them quickly with your hand. Your lying on a bed, a comfortable bed at that. "It was all a dream." You tell yourself. The morning sun shines through the nearby window and illuminates the extravagent room. You sit up slowly, and are greeted to the worst headache imaginable. Clasping your head, you groan from the pain. Still squinting you open one eye and realize... You don't know where you are. This room is unfamiliar to you. From a quick glance it appears to be a hotel room. An expensive hotel room from the looks of it.
"What the hell did I do last night?"
The answer doesn't come. At least not in the way you were hoping. You look down to your side and find a young woman no older than twenty in the bed next to you. She lays with her back to you, her long blonde hair draped across her pillow. Your eyes widen and you shake your head, forgetting about the pain your in, until your head reminds you. Clasping your head with one hand you stand slowly, and discover your missing all your clothes. You let out a dissapproving sigh, and pick up the clothes that are scattered across the floor.
You try to be quiet, but mumble to yourself. "This isn't like me.. what the hell happened last night? I don't even know this girl." Then it hits you... You don't know yourself. You try to think of your name... where you live... but nothing. For all you know this could be your place. That woman could be your girlfriend... Still... None of this feels right.
You sit for a moment, and try to think as you pull up your jeans. It feels like its right at the tip of your tongue. You know the answer, but it escapes you. You reach into the pockets of your pants and search for a wallet, or anything that might give you a clue, but there is nothing. Just a set of three keys that have no markings of any kind, and a folded up piece of paper that has a rough sketch of a sail boat, and written below it are the words... "Come sail with me."
You need answers before you go mad. You make your way around the bed and approach the sleeping female. You shake her shoulder gently. She's cold to the touch. You feel your stomach sink, as your hands begin to shake. She's not breathing. You turn the girl so she lies on her back, and notice the blood stained sheets that lay beneath her. The womans throat has been cut. Her lifeless eyes stare back at you, and you quickly turn her back the way she was. Your breathing is heavy, and you start to sweat as panic begins to set in. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. "House Keeping."
What will you do?
A.... Answer the door and tell them what happened.
B.... Tell them to come back later and sneak out as soon as they're gone.
C.... Tell them to come back later, but stay and search for clues before leaving.
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Post by DEATH97 on Jul 20, 2007 5:50:11 GMT -5
(They chose C. )
You know you have to get rid of the lady at the door. "JUST A MINUTE" you shout. You make your way quickly to the door and push your weight against it just in case. Luckily the door has a chain lock. Just as your about to crack the door to talk to the lady, you come to your senses and decide it may be better if your face is not seen just yet. "I'm staying here the rest of the week, and I'll be sleeping in today, is it possible for you to come tomorrow instead?" You try to steady your breathing as your heart continues to race.
"That would be fine, its not a problem sir." You hold your breath and place your ear to the door and give a huge sigh of relief as you hear her push her cart further down the hall. A part of you wants to make a run for it now, and get as far away as you can, but you have to find out whats going on. Just something that might tell you what happened or what you should do. You quickly begin to search the Hotel room.
Besides the obvious nothing appears to be out of the ordinary. The room is well kept and tidy. The television sits at the foot of the bed and a dresser is against the far wall. Checking the drawers you find nothing. You move on to the closet and receive the same results. Out the window you see that your in a city but you can't tell which one. Your at least ten stories high, and can't make out any signs on the streets below. There is a round table off to the side of the bed with two wooden chairs on each side. A vase of roses acts as the center piece, and a empty bottle of wine sits just to the side, while two wine glasses stand opposite each other.
You examine the glasses and can tell that they have been used. A small amount of wine still remains at the bottom of each glass. One glass has lipstick upon its rim. Looking closer you can see what appears to be two different shades of lipstick actually, one pink, and one red, as if more than one person drank from the same glass. The other glass looks simple enough, but with closer examination you can see a fine white powder has gathered at the bottom of the glass. Hanging from the roses stems is a small note that reads. "Thank you for last night. Love, Jennifer."
You move on to the bed itself, but find it difficult to search around the victims body itself. Her wound seems to be just to her neck, the rest of her seems completely unharmed. You do notice that she is wearing pink lipstick. On the other side of the bed is a nightstand. On it is a phone and a folded up roll of cash. You flip through the money, counting it. Two Hundred and fifty dollars. Knowing it could be of use you stick it into your pocket. Inside the Nightstands single drawer is nothing unusual a pen, a phone book, and a Bible. The Females clothes reveal nothing about her at all. She has no ID, no keys, and you don't see a purse, handbag or anything that would hold her belongings. Nothing else appears out of place in the main area, so you move to what must be the bathroom door.
Opening the door you notice something strange instantly. The floor is soaked with water that appears to have overflowed from the toilet. Opening the lid, you find nothing but blue tinted water filling the bowl. The sliding door to the shower is open, and some of the water has leaked into the shower itself. You look up and notice an envelope is hanging by a string that is attached to the shower head. Leaving the envelope, you carefully open it and remove a hand written letter.
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" Dear, Samantha
I know things have been difficult lately, and I only have myself to blame. Still you won't have to worry about that anymore will you? I only hope God will be able to forgive me, for all that I've done. It is better this way. I'm sure in time you will understand, and see that for yourself. I know that this is the last thing you want to hear from me right now but.... I always loved you Sam. I know you can't believe that, but I swear it was true. I'm truly sorry it had to come to this. Goodbye my love... Daniel"
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"Daniel?...." You put the letter in your pocket and continue examining the room. In the sink you find something disturbing. A pocket knife with a four inch blade thats drenched with blood. There is no way your going to touch the apparent Murder weapon, but then you start thinking to yourself.... "Maybe I already have?"
You leave it alone for now and look into the mirror of the medicine cabinet before you. A stranger stares back at you. Your not old late twenty's early thirties at the most. clean shaven, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. For some reason you thought by just looking into the mirror everything would snap into place, and you would remember everything... Or at least yourself. You sigh, and open the cabinet. Within you find a bottle of Tylenol and a black leather wallet. You snatch up the wallet and quickly open it.
Finally your staring at a photo ID of yourself. "Daniel. F. Parkins."
And according to your license you reside in Santa Monica, California. Even with everything thats going on, you can't help but give a sigh of relief to finally have some hint of your Identity. Besides the photo ID there is little more of interest. Only a twenty dollar bill, and a Visa credit card. No family photos, or work cards. At least you have something to go on now. You take out the money you found earlier and place it in your wallet before tucking it into the back pocket of your pants. The only thing you have left to search is the cabinets underneath the sink itself.
You open the cabinet door and see nothing but a plunger and a few extra rolls of toilet paper. Just as you lean over to get a better look your foot slips on the wet floor and you fall. Your right arm takes the blunt of the force, and also gets soaked for its trouble, but you seem to come out of the incident unhurt. Just as your about to lift yourself, you look up into the cabinet and notice a small box taped to the bottom of the sink. You reach in and pull out the box.
You get to your feet, and examine the box closer. Its about the length of a common notebook, but slightly wider. Its looks more like a miniature suitcase then a box really, complete with a lock on its face. A single keyhole lies in its center. You waste no time, and pull out the keys you found earlier. After to failed attempts the lock finally pops open. You lift the lid slowly, and find a handgun. A Beretta 9 millimeter at that. Foam fits around the gun, the clip below it, and the silencer just to the side of the clip. Not sure if its the best choice you remove the gun, load it, and attach the silencer before tucking it into the back of your pants.
You leave the bathroom and do one last quick sweep of the area to see if you've missed anything. While re-checking the nightstand you get an idea. You remove the pen from the drawer and grab the envelope that was hanging in the shower. you take out the letter and use the pen to make a copy of the first two sentences of the letter onto the envelope. After comparing the handwriting, your fairly sure you wrote the letter. You place the letter into the envelope then place both back into your pocket.
Feeling confident you examined the room throughly, you take a minute to collect yourself, and think about what you've found. Girl was murdered, most likely with the knife thats in the bathroom sink. There doesn't seem to be any signs of a struggle so she was probably asleep when it occurred. Your in a hotel, but you don't know who's room it is. Your in a city, but you don't know which one. Strange powder in one wine glass, and two shades of lipstick on the other. Is the powder a drug of some kind? Perhaps used on the victim, or maybe even the cause of your memory loss.
The roses signed by Jennifer, but the letter addressed to Samantha. The victim has no ID, and no purse could be found, which is odd in itself. Was she Samantha? Jennifer? The only thing near her was the Money. Perhaps she was just a Prostitute? And what about the gun? Strange the way it was hidden, and who keeps a silencer with their handgun? And how come you can't remember your name or Identity but you can recognize a Beretta and easily load it? Your head begins to hurt as you try to piece everything together. "Later..." You say to yourself. Right now you just have to get out of here.
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You still aren't sure if you committed the crime or not, and while you know your prints are on most everything, the murderer's prints might be on them as well. What should you do?
A: Take what you have, but leave the rest of the room the way you found it?
B: Take what you have, leave the room the way you found it, but wipe it down for prints.
C: Take what you have, and try to clean up the crime scene before leaving.
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Post by me on Jul 20, 2007 11:34:48 GMT -5
B
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Post by Uesugi on Jul 20, 2007 12:21:17 GMT -5
C
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jul 20, 2007 20:04:02 GMT -5
C
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Post by DEATH97 on Jul 20, 2007 20:13:11 GMT -5
Thanks guys.. just curious though, why you chose the ones you chose.
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Post by me on Jul 20, 2007 20:32:20 GMT -5
I really don't know =_=
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jul 20, 2007 20:52:50 GMT -5
Seems the most logical action to take. Your character, I meen.
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Post by DEATH97 on Jul 28, 2007 17:06:05 GMT -5
That was a close one. (I'm combining the votes I get here with the ones on my blog on Myspace.) two for A, two for B, and three for C.
Looks like C it is.
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Post by DEATH97 on Jul 29, 2007 2:32:45 GMT -5
Your just about to leave the room, when you get a bad feeling, that stops you in your tracks. This is all wrong. The flowers, the note, the body. You try to remove yourself from the situation and imagine how it looks if you stumbled upon the room as it was. A woman was murdered, the knife in the sink in plain sight, the killer didn't even bother to wash the blood off it. The note on the flowers, And if the woman in the bed is Samantha the letter hanging from the shower might as well of been a signed confession.
Somebody killed that woman, and you can only come up with two options at the moment. Number one, you killed her. Or Number two, Someones trying to make it look like you did. Why leave you alive, when they could of easily killed you both in your sleep. Your willing to bet that either way, all the evidence is probably going to point to you. You think long and hard about your next choice.
Suddenly you hear a womans voice. It whispers softly as if right at your ear, and causes you to jump slightly. "Whatever will you do?"
You turn to look, but you are quite alone. You shake your head, and take a deep breath. You know chances are something is going to point in your direction, no matter what you do... But perhaps you can slow them down. You quickly and carefully dispose of the evidence. You use the table cloth and wipe down the room, starting with the wine glasses. You pour out their contents and wash them off, placing them together next to the T.V.
You decide to leave the roses but tear off the note from Jennifer. You wipe down most every surface in the room, even things you don't recall touching in the first place. You hide the gun case back under the cabinet, and wash off the knife. You don't want to take the murder weapon with you, but you can't think of a secure place to hide it. You fold the blade carefully and slide it into your pocket, making a mental note to dispose of it the first chance you get.
With everything wiped down, you stand over the young woman's body. There is no way you can hide the body, and any attempt to move it, would surely leave you with getting blood on your clothes. As she lays now, face down, you have to look closely to tell she's dead. You pull the blankets almost completely over her. You know it won't fool anyone who actually comes into the room, but you told the cleaning lady, to come back tomorrow, and even if she does walk in.. With any luck she'll think someones sleeping and leave, giving you even more time.
Unless... you think.... She begins to smell by then. You close your eyes and shudder, unable to shake off the thought. Still its all you have for the moment. You double check the room, and decide its time to go.
You take a Kleenex from the dresser and unchain the lock, listening carefully to hear if anyone is nearby. You unlock the latch below and turn the door knob slowly. Cracking the door you peer out but the hall appears to be empty. You waste no time and step quickly into the hall, for you don't want anyone to see you exiting the room. Shutting the door behind you, you decide its better to risk, trying to lock the door. You go for your keys, placing the first one in. Turning it you hear the satisfying click of the bolt lock snapping into place. You put the keys swiftly back into your pocket, and take a deep breath, exhaling for what seems like an eternity.
The hall doesn't make the Hotel seem as fancy as the room had. Light Grey carpet floors, compliment the white walls, and ceiling. The doors matching the walls in color except for their gold plated knobs, and locks. You make your way down the hall, being careful to go quickly, but to not appear to be rushing. Still it doesn't' seem that anyone is around to notice you.
You see a red glowing exit sign just ahead. You stop and look at the door beneath the sign. It leads to the stairway, and next to that is the Hotel's elevator. You look up, and are thrilled to see that it is on your floor, and most likely empty.
You need to make a choice....
A.... Take the stairs.
B.... Take the Elevator.
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Post by me on Jul 29, 2007 2:54:45 GMT -5
A
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Post by Uesugi on Jul 29, 2007 13:41:54 GMT -5
B
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Post by DEATH97 on Jul 29, 2007 13:46:43 GMT -5
Nice one Uesugi, so far your the only one brave enough to try the Elevator.
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Post by Uesugi on Jul 29, 2007 13:57:40 GMT -5
That's unfortunate
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