-Lilly- a backround (478 hits)
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Submitted by allyson, bitches. (View user info) at 2006-06-15 21:14:30 EDT
Lilly enters a stark white room, with only a table, a chair and a tape recorder on the table, with a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. She sits at the chair, and it creaks under her slight frame. She leans towards the center of the table, and presses the "RECORD" button. She begins speaking softly, but soon gains speed and volume as she weaves the tail of her past.
"I was born to a happy couple in rural Connecticut, near to NYC. I had always been under the assumption that her father was a stockbroker, which would explain all the rich men coming by, and all those closed meetings at her house. When I was only sixteen, both of my parents were killed in front of her eyes by some mafia men. My father was the don of a family, of all I did not know.
My parents were killed execution style, on their knees. My mother begged for her life, while my father stood motionless as the triggers were pulled. I was hidden in a closet and almost screamed out, but if I did, the Mafioso would have found me, and killed me on the spot.
I was crying silently in the closet, when my hand brushed upon a shotgun. I knew what I had to do at that moment. I picked up the shotgun, not even knowing if it was loaded or not, and looked through the slats in the closet at the men, bent over my parents, taking my mothers jewelry, and my fathers wallet. There were 5 men in all, some looking in drawers, some moving pictures, supposedly looking for a hidden safe.
I fired one shot out through the door, and hit the two men stooped over my parents. As soon as I left the closet, I saw that my family was dead. I then pulled the trigger again, and shot two more of the men trying to steal from my family, well... Me, I guess it would be now. I turned the gun to the last man in the house, and I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. I was out of bullets. The man turned to me, and began walking towards me, but I picked up my father's trusty knife. The other men were going to take it, but I killed them already. When the last man advanced on me, I stabbed the man in the chest, puncturing his heart. I stabbed over and over again, killing him; and soaking myself in his blood.
When the five were dead, as were my parents, I did not cry, for I now had something to do. I went to my father's closet, and took his bullet proof vest out, and put it on myself. Large, but it would do the job. I then looked around the house, and found guns hidden all over the place. I had never found them before, because I was not looking for them. I did however; know where the safe was, and what the combination was, as we would play games of hiding my dolls inside it.
I opened the safe behind my mother's portrait, and took out 5 thousand dollars. I soon left the house, full of death and blood, and took my father's car. I traveled to New York City, where I became affiliated with the Corleone Family.
I helped in the killing of the Laurio family, and their businesses and I have also had my first kill since that night with my parents' deaths. I am still awaiting the feeling that will come with love again, as my parents are gone, and I can never hear my mother's beautiful voice again, or hear my father's jovial laugh."
Lilly leans in, and presses the "STOP" button on the recorder. She takes a long breath, and shuts her eyes for a moment. One single tear trails from her eye down her cheek as she relives her parents being with her. She wipes her face, and stands from the table. She turns to the door from where she entered, and opens it, revealing a long corridor. She enters the hallway, and is off to another destination, leaving the recorder for another time.
--- Fast forward 2 years ---
It's been a long time since Lilly's presence had graced the halls of this quiet building. The long corridors smelled of dust and decay, the floor had spots of mold.
Again, she sat at the table, and pressed the record button. Her voice now steady, as much had happened since her last encounter with this recorder.
The bare light bulb above her cast an eerie shadow across her face, giving it more dimensions then what usually can be seen... but it did seem to convey the tension held within her.
"My name has changed." She stated. She sighed, and took a cigarette out from an old cigarette case. She placed the white cigarette in her mouth, and pulled a lighter from her pocket. She flipped the Zippo on her pants, and pulled the flame to the end. As she pulled in the grey smoke, she seemed to relax for a moment, before she began to talk again.
"Things had gotten too rough. I had to go under for a while, and allow people to forget who I was. I had to forget who I was."
Again, she took a long drag on the cigarette, and then tapped the ashes onto the floor.
"But shit happens, and you have to get over it. And then you have to get back into the shit, so that you can live again."
She smiled to no one in particular, perhaps only to herself. "I do like to get my hands dirty, and it's been a long time since I have felt blood dry on my hands."
She stood up once again, and dropped the smoldering cigarette to the floor. Her black leather heel quickly found the ember, and extinguished it in one quick slide on the floor.
As she leaned over the recorder she whispered once more, "I will be back... perhaps with some more stories to tell."
Lilly pressed the stop button, letting the recording end. As she turned out the room, she laid her hands on her gun that was always at her side. She grinned, and headed out with a mission. A mission that wasn't clear, but she knew she had to do something to make a name for her once more.
Next installment June 22, 2006.
Maybe
User Reviews
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2006-09-12 00:47:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Bravo.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-06-16 15:22:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
have you noticed, all of your stories are the same genre?
Go back to posting once a year, and no one else will notice your writing style.
Submitted by nitty34 (user info) at 2006-06-16 12:04:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
'5 thousand dollars'
Immediately threw this into the negative category. I groaned.
Submitted by Allyson (user info) at 2006-06-16 11:55:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
hey, as long as they aren't hairy wrinkly balls...
ok!
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-06-15 23:10:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Why don't you suck my balls, Mr. Garrison.
Submitted by MrSparkle847 (user info) at 2006-06-15 23:02:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Next installment June 22, 2006.
Maybe
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Feel free to stop working on the next installment. We won't mind.
Submitted by Charlilot (user info) at 2006-06-15 22:46:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
gah?
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-06-15 22:31:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Submitted by Allyson (user info) at 2006-06-15 21:39:55 (#)
Ranking: 0
you guys are so adorable.
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Listen, I was actually somewhat polite.
I will NEVER talk shit on someone who tries their hand at writing, especially fiction.
I don't know you, I have no issues with you.
Hon, this just wasn't very good...
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-06-15 22:22:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
You came back after almost a year of blessed absence. WHY!!!!!!!!!!!
Go away again. . . :-/
Submitted by CoachMagirk27 (user info) at 2006-06-15 22:07:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
GINGER!!!! http://www.ubersite.com/m/25112
Submitted by ih8u2man (user info) at 2006-06-15 21:57:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
what?
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-06-15 21:45:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I know...now, are you gonna offer to blow me?
Submitted by Allyson (user info) at 2006-06-15 21:39:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
you guys are so adorable.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-06-15 21:36:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
What the shit is THIS?
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-06-15 21:28:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-06-15 21:22:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
"I was born to a happy couple in rural Connecticut, near to NYC. I had always been under the assumption that her father was a stockbroker, which would explain all the rich men coming by, and all those closed meetings at her house. When I was only sixteen, both of my parents were killed in front of her eyes by some mafia men. My father was the don of a family, of all I did not know.
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The amount of errors of various kind in this paragraph alone are... staggering.
I'm sorry, I couldn't even make it through the second part of the story.
Prepare for an onslaught, my dear...
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-06-15 21:21:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
A complete mishmash of tenses and poor writing.
Please don't continue. . . :-(