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Field Researcher
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#1 Old 1st Feb 2016 at 5:16 AM
Default Zunder (working title)
Its not done yet, but want to get some feedback on it....let me know.

Chapter 1-


She crept down the stairs and slowly cracked the door of her father's study to see if his nightly alcohol had worn on him. It seemed to have worked it’s magic, so she snuck in and stepped lightly over to his bookshelf. Books she wasn't supposed read nor touch lined his shelves. She did this every time he passed out, she needed to fuel her brain with more than the mindless dribble she had became acquainted with. Her dad had a gorgeous, and large library of books. Everything from philosophy to a book about the ‘end of times’. Sam always knew her dad would be out for many hours so it gave her time to read quite a few and then put them back with an stealthily planned escape.

She pulled some of her favorites down and softly stepped over, propping her back against the side of his desk where the light from his lamp was best. She began to dream as she dove into the literature before her and fantasize a life as these great peoples’ and exploring these great places where they existed. It was a great disappointment for a girl to want to be educated in anything other than sewing, cleaning, cooking and at child bearing age becoming mothers. Those books were everything she wasn't aloud to be, didn't want to be, and they were also her only escape. *Her only true friend was a boy by the name of Martin, she despised the girls she was forced to be around because they fed into the weak minded lie of being quaint little house wife's. That thought alone made her sick to her stomach.

Sam, Samantha by birth though the sound of her proper name made her cringe, could not give into the mundane bullshit life everyone wanted for her. She wanted to be more than a housewife or a daughter of an aristocratic politician. Her father definitely had an image to uphold and she wouldn't want her family to be a shame considering her mother died when she was just two years of age and she didn’t think her mom’s death was such an accident.Sam wanted more; she wanted freedom she didn't have, this life didn't suit her and she wished the crime that was her dream life was obtainable. She continued to delve into the world of these books and time stretched on. She tried to be conscious of how long she had been at it, most of the time she became completely engrossed.

She glanced at the clock as the sound of the four chimes meant it was 4:00 A.M. Sam quietly pulled herself to her feet and placed each book back in its cozy home seeing her father still passed out with the cognac bottle and tumbler in the foreground as he just faded into the background beyond those. Her father was a blur to her anyways and she didn’t understand how he kept up the act of sanity by day and completely lost it at night. He was anything but sane. He had become more distant and fragmented since her mother Karlise had fallen ill, she couldn’t understand his need for nursing a horrible crutch, or punishing himself that way but at least she got her need filled through his torment.

Sam crept back up to her room and crawled into her lonely bed, the sheets felt cold as she laid there. She imagined scenes from her favorite novels playing out on her ceiling, with her as the protagonist, she slowly drifted off, as her eyelids fell heavy. She awoke with a jump as she heard an argument from downstairs, she ran out of her room and only made it halfway down the stairs when Aramase her housekeeper grabbed her hand and lead Sam to a room that had always been locked. Aramase quickly got the door open shoved Sam inside and yell for Sam to find the trapdoor.....
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