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Story Time Contest: Hero Edition
5th Jul 2012 at 7:54 AM
*looks around* Oh wonderful! I appear to be the only one in here using TS2... Prepare for nostalgia folks!
Our story begins in a tiny apartment in the heart of the Downtown of Sim City. Residing in one 6x9 is one Suzanna Trench and her room-mate Bram Adams. They live in crampt comfort, but comfort nonetheless, as Suzanna didn't need a square foot more. Bram never quite understood her feelings. However, Suzanna never really told him about her past though, nor about her other occupation: being a vampire hunter.
In all actuality though, our fair Suzanna is a fairly normal woman: she enjoys pancakes, dislikes large crowds, likes to dance in the rain sometimes, hates monkeys and loves everything science fiction. If she were left to her own devices, she would have nothing to do with the 'trade'. It was her employer, the so called 'Company' that got her started on her bloodsucker hating ways.
She may have been a horribly manipulated, but when she was a young girl living on the streets; when she slept in piles of trash in dark alley ways because they were warm, and ate rotting food from trash bins; when she was called scum every single day of her life and stepped on even more frequently; there was no second thoughts when the idea of leaving occurred, there was just never the chance to do so. Suzanna's parents had died. They were gone and she was alone. Whatever spirituality that remained from them was only enough to know when somebody up high really hated you.
So she couldn't really say no when an elderly woman came to her offering a warm safe place to sleep and good food to eat, no matter what they asked her to do in return. So she became a mass murderer! The company told her that they were dead anyways and it was natural for them to return beyond the void from whence they came. Her young mind took this logic and ran with it, she never looked back.
That was when she began her life. She still kept the job after she moved out-- much to the protest of her employer, they didn't want their best slayer running wild out of their protection-- the only sign of her continued employment was a pristine white envelope with a red seal that arrived at her doorstop with the name and address of her next victim. Other than that she didn't have to deal with them for the last five years, and although sometimes she caught herself dreaming about the old lofty green gardens, she had found her home in her small place, and relished every moment of independence.
Suzanna was quickly drawn from her thoughts by the familiar rambling of her room-mate. Sometime in the past he had walked in, and promptly began to talk. She estimated he started about 5 minutes ago judging by how wistful his voice got when he talked alone for long periods of time, so it was probably time to jump in. Although there was no doubt that he was used to talking at her while she was reading.
"--seen that giant org! It was so massive I had to throw my entire club at it for--"
Suzanna looked up from her horribly uninteresting book, "Really?" She says, feigning interest.
He stops in his tracks and looks at her, "Hello," he says tentatively, "That's the first thing you've said to me since I walked in."
She laughs, "Shut up and tell me how your actual day went."
"Ah, therein lies the problem, absolutely nothing happened." He says without missing a beat.
Suzanna looks back down at her book, "Hm, then the earth stopped turning. Shame I missed that."
"Nothing worth mentioning happened; it was dreadfully boring, and if it weren't for free Wi Fi, I would probably be dead right now." He said in all seriousness.
"Oh?" She said. It was in no way actually a question, but the way that Suzanna and Bram understood each other, this was the cue for him to continue talking-- not because she didn't care, but because he was relaxing.
Bram sat beside her at some point in his monologue. Her book was in no way more interesting than he was, and she was currently focusing on neither of them actually. Her mind was full of snow.
After about 100 pages of something, she noticed a pressure on her arm. She looked up from her book, it was dark outside and Bram was partially asleep on her shoulder, still mumbling something nonsensical. She closed the book and nudged him. "You wanna play something?"
His eyes opened and he realized that he was leaning on her quite closely, he moved away briskly, then paused to brush himself and her off, "Do I ever." He said.
They played until midnight. When at that point Bram was actually too tired to continue-- a rare sight indeed. Without much arguing they both retired into their respective bunk-beds and went to sleep, comforted in the presence of one another.
She woke up naturally at 5 am, it was a habit she still couldn't shake from her strict disciplinary training. Although Bram called it ungodly, she found it relaxing to be alone in the morning. Usually she was alone in the morning anyways.
He would never be up at this hour, she knew this. That didn't explain the strange noises and banging going through the apartment. She would blame the neighbours, but her bedroom didn't share a wall with them. There was also moaning that was getting annoying.
Her teeth desperately needed brushing first, all of this nonsense could wait. She padded out of the bedroom into the hall, the moaning suddenly went full blast. Holy crud, she thought, whatever was happening was going on right around the corner... It may have been on the Murphy bed they kept in the dining room just in case either of them brought home a 'special somebody'.
She advanced slowly.
... Oh. He did bring somebody home.
It was just her luck that she would walk in on when he finally got lucky.
Then, through her embarrassment she noticed something about the woman on top of her best friend. She was just too pale. Far too pale. Suzanna nearly went the same shade when she realized just
was on top of Bram.
Oh no, no, no. This couldn't be happening. Bram murmured something incoherent while still under the trance, he was deathly pale. Suzanna immediately dived for her sword, but was stopped before she could get two paces.
At close range like this her odds went down drastically; even as the sun was coming up, there was only so much one could do with a creature several times faster and stronger than any human. Suzanna stiffened and waited for the worst. It never came. The creature simply stood there, smelling her, examining her with the uncanny precision that belonged only to the undead.
"What are you doing here?" Suzanna breathed.
The vampire seemed annoyed about being interrupted from examining her. She spoke briefly in an ancient accent. "It's just politics, darling."
She disappeared without even a breeze to mark her passing. Suzanna took a moment to catch her breath. She didn't breath again when she heard a great moan from the bed.
Bram got up on unsteady legs, even though he was much swifter than he was before, he careened straight into the window. The sun was risen as he placed his porcelain hands on the glass, they came back red and blotchy. He didn't notice.
"That chick was fantastic." He said breathlessly. "Although I don't feel very fantastic right now."
She looked on in mute horror.
"Expecially not with all this light." He says, tapping the glass with his nail and looking out the window irritably, "I don't remember it quite burning this much before."
The sun suddenly explodes from behind the horizon, bathing the entire room in golden sunlight. Bram hisses automatically. While shielding his eyes he gives a pleading look to Suzanna.
"You have to go." She said somberly. "Find some shelter."
Without another word he is gone. No argument this time. Suzanna felt quite depressed over that, but before plopping on to the bed, she notices something written on the wall.
Party at midnight: 592 Wayworth -- Cheers.
This couldn't be. This was the address of the company! Could it be that they were the ones that were responsible for all of this? Were they monstrous enough to turn her best friend into a monster--
she stopped herself,
Bram wasn't evil. They were.
The ethics of this weren't getting any nicer. However, all in all, she was going to have to save Bram, and there was a good chance that he saw the address on the wall and was going to be attending that party.
Therefore she would be there as well.
At the party.
God knows I'm tough enough...
The Cake was a Lie
Yes. Most notably a usable sword (that may be used later on ;]) and bite marks.