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Antigone ; a novel [wip]
By: dew Date: March 27, 2013, 4:15 pm
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[center][font=times new roman]Antigone[/font]
[sub][font=andale mono]EVERYTHING IS COPYRIGHTED TO
ME[/font][/sub][/center]
[center][font=times new
roman]______________________[/font][/center]
[center][font=times new roman]Prologue[/font][/center]
[font=georgia] It had happened so quickly that I cannot even
recall all the events of the past two hours, but that might be
the drugs they had me on talking. Now I was strapped to a table
in the most retarded outfit I had ever seen. I looked like a
scuba diver in white, but rubber black dots ran up the sides of
my legs, hips, arms, neck, and my freaking ninja mask. Why was I
wearing a ninja mask? Why the hell should I know?
I could barely remember walking home from school before more
ninjas surrounded and captured my, and now all the ninjas were
wearing lab coats and walking around my captive body. “Did I
miss something, or is it Halloween? Why am I a retard ninja as
well?” I growled to the nearest ninja-scientist, and a few
giggles rose. That’s when I noticed all the cosplayers were kind
of short, and some were very small.
“Kids?” I murmured in confusion before four of them walked up to
me, taking positions by my ankles and elbows. As if an alarm had
sounded, they stabbed my with huge syringes I somehow had not
seen and emptied the liquid into my bloodstream.
I stiffened as if I had been struck by lightning, gasping in
pain as the drug they had inserted raced through my body and
heated it up. I felt like I was melting as my core heat rose and
rose along with a headache. When it got to the point where I
felt like spontaneously combusting, a calm female voice spoke:
“Start the program Memory Storage in three...two...one.”
At once I shrieked as memories flashed past my vision on a
screen. Me at my sixth birthday party, my father hitting me in
the office, the car crash that killed my mother and almost me,
the funeral, the liquor that my father began to drink, the pain,
the hate, the feeling of wanting to die...it was all ripped from
my being and displayed on the huge TV, and it was more painful
then you could ever imagine.
“Stop!” I sobbed, “Stop it!”
I heard sympathetic murmuring as they saw my life rushing
towards the point I was scared of the most. “Please stop!” I was
screaming, panic widening my eyes at the memories slowed down
and my heart literally stopped. I was walking down the dark
alleyway, running away from the father and mansion I despised.
Suddenly, strong arms gripped my and covered my mouth and I was
pushed onto the ground, tied up, and gagged. I felt overexcited
hands remove my clothes and the sudden body heat of another
human as it forced itself on me.
That’s all I remember seeing before blacking out, hearing the
flatline of the monitor and hearing a sad voice: “begin the
surgery.”[/font]
[center][font=times new roman]Chapter 1[/font][/center]
[font=georgia]When I woke up again I was in an apartment, alone
and confused. Where was I? Bandages were wrapped around my chest
and arms, clothing them in white linen. The only thing I
remembered clearly was the name something had given to me:
Antigone. I was dressed in a silk dove gray nightgown that only
reached to mid thigh, which I noted with slight annoyance.
I stood, wincing at the sharp pins and needles that came from
body parts that had lain inactive for far too long. “Jesus,” I
breathed, walking into the huge bathroom and looking at myself
in a mirror to see who I was. Carmel colored hair streaked with
purple had been fishtailed down to my waist, and I looked rather
tall. Around 5’4, I would say, but there wasn’t really a way to
be sure. I was skinny and had a small waist. My chest was
shapely, and my arms were skinny, but then again my entire body
looked starved, deprived of something. I leaned closer to the
mirror to look in my eyes, admiring them. Golden brown splotches
appeared behind black pupils on top of a gorgeous shade of clear
blue. I seemed to be around the age of fifteen.
At that moment a door opened, and I looked out of the bathroom
to observe a tall girl who looked to be a bit older then me.
“Antigone?” the stranger asked with surprise. “You’re awake?
Finally! Everyone was worried!”
I frowned, an image of a ninja in a lab coat flashing in my mind
for some odd reason. “Yeah,” I said, still frowning at her, “I
don’t know you, so bye.”
She jumped, as if that wasn’t the reaction she expected.
Laughing nervously she shrugged. “You’re right, we don’t know
each other, but you’ve been recruited, so it’s best to adapt
quickly and accept the fact that everyone is your new family,”
the girl told her with an awkward smile.
“Dress me,” I said and stood with her arms spread out like a
bird’s wings.
“What?”
“Dress me, like I remember someone else doing to me in the past.
Quickly, before I get bored here.”
Frowning, the girl walked behind me and into another room, which
I suspected was a closet. I heard the rustling of fabric and the
clang of hangers and finally the girl exited. “The name’s
Sophie, by the way,” she said as she removed my clothing folding
it up and placing it on a lush nearby chair. A bra and fresh
underwear were slid onto my waiting form, soon followed by
ripped jeans and a gold shirt with ruffles on the chest. “While
you’re alive you will work for Him, your training starts today.”
“Him?” I asked, confusion causing me to frown a bit, “Training?”
“Yes, you’ll be educated in guns, hand-to-hand combat, daggers,
knives, and other things of the sort. Right now you’re in
Crossroad Academy, a private school that rarely accepts
students, but still have a student body that total to about
two-thousand. We’re in the apartment complex right now and I’m
the one who’s in charge of you. Eventually we’ll create a strong
bond and become what the teachers call Siblings. We’re going to
work together on missions as well, as future Siblings.” Sophia
told me, clearing up a lot.
“So, for some reason I’m at a school learning how to kick ass,
and in the future I will kick ass, but with you, right?” I
asked, amusement causing a smile to tug at my mouth. “All right,
I can do that, but I’m hungry.”
“Well, you’ve been asleep for five days,” Sophia laughed. At
this, I froze, panic overcoming my laughter.
“Five days?” I gasped, whipping around to stare at Sophia, eyes
huge. “That’s twenty-five meals missed! Oh my God, show me the
dining hall.”
Laughing harder then ever, Sophia led the way out of the
apartment and down the hallway, stoping at an elevator and
pushing the button. A few people who where also waiting for the
ride gave us a few strange looks, mostly, I assumed, at Sophia’s
hysteric fit.
My partner managed to calm down before the chime rung out,
signaling that the elevator had arrived. Smiling, we stepped on
with two other guys.
Once the doors closed, the guys turned to us, grinning.
“Honestly, Soph, I thought you were tripping for a minute there.
This newbie must be something else to get you, the Queen of
Stoneface, to double over.”
“Shut up, Mike,” she snickered, shoving his shoulder. Mike was a
lanky and tall boy, with sandy blonde hair and gray eyes. His
muscles were put on display on the short sleeved black top he
wore.
“You’re some serious stuff, newbie,” the other guy chuckled,
“the name’s Bond, James Bond.”
That rose another fit from the already unstable Sophia, and Mike
joined in. My face way smooth and cold, dislike clear on my
features. James was also tall and muscular, but he sported black
hair and blue eyes. It was a rather interesting combination.
“Didn’t like that, all right,” he said weakly, “all right, it
isn’t James Bond, but my name really is James.”
Nothing. I hate the kind of guy who pretends to be funny, kind
and love you and then betrays you, ripping out your heart and
stomping all over it. I had no idea why. The bell rang again and
the doors opened, and I walked out.
“Eh?” James said, gaze following me as I exited the elevator.
“Antigone, wait up! The dining hall is this way!”
I stopped and waited for Sophia to catch up. When she did she
looked at me hard, face upset as she tried to make up what she
thought of what my character.
“Food,” I reminded her, glaring at Sophia with annoyance.
“This way,” she said, leading me into a semi-crowed large room
with people scattered at tables throughout the room. A few
people near the doorway I stood in glanced over, eyes curious,
but looked away when my glare met them.
Silently I walked up to a window where I assumed you ordered
food. A Jamaican man looked out the window without glass,
grinning at me.
“Hullo, mon! I cook anything for you,” he laughed, grinning in
my annoyed face.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Then I’ll take pasta with sauce and meatballs, a fourteen inch
pizza, chicken minced in a small dish, sushi with crab inside,
unsalted rice, beef stew, thirty eclairs, a chocolate frosted
cake, strawberries, bananas, apples, and a bunch of grapes and
dragonfruit. After that I want salmon, cooked, of course, with
cooked carrots as a side, sweet and sour chicken, miso soup,
breadsticks, omelets, and Coke Zero in the biggest cup you
have.”
Almost everyone nearby me stared, but the cook just laughed.
“I am on it, mon!” he told me an ducked inside, apparently
wasting no time.
Silently I went to sit at a nearby table with nobody else around
and cocked an eyebrow when Sofia slid in across from me.
“Oh?” I asked curiously, resting my chin on my hand while I
observed her.
“You’d be lonely, and it’s my job,” Sofia replied with a smile.
I laughed softly and leaned back in my chair as I waited for the
meal to arrive. For some reason my chest felt warm and fuzzy,
and I felt safe. I didn’t have a word to describe the feeling.
When the large meal arrived I leaned forward, a grin plastered
on my face. “Thanks for the food,” I told the cook as he
returned to his post, laughing.[/font]
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Re: Antigone ; a novel [wip]
By: dew Date: March 27, 2013, 4:16 pm
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[center][font=times new roman]Chapter One[/font][/center]
[font=georgia] When I woke up again I was in an apartment, alone
and confused. Where was I? Bandages were wrapped around my chest
and arms, clothing them in white linen. The only thing I
remembered clearly was the name something had given to me:
Antigone. I was dressed in a silk dove gray nightgown that only
reached to mid thigh, which I noted with slight annoyance.
I stood, wincing at the sharp pins and needles that came from
body parts that had lain inactive for far too long. “Jesus,” I
breathed, walking into the huge bathroom and looking at myself
in a mirror to see who I was. Carmel colored hair streaked with
purple had been fishtailed down to my waist, and I looked rather
tall. Around 5’4, I would say, but there wasn’t really a way to
be sure. I was skinny and had a small waist. My chest was
shapely, and my arms were skinny, but then again my entire body
looked starved, deprived of something. I leaned closer to the
mirror to look in my eyes, admiring them. Golden brown splotches
appeared behind black pupils on top of a gorgeous shade of clear
blue. I seemed to be around the age of fifteen.
At that moment a door opened, and I looked out of the bathroom
to observe a tall girl who looked to be a bit older then me.
“Antigone?” the stranger asked with surprise. “You’re awake?
Finally! Everyone was worried!”
I frowned, an image of a ninja in a lab coat flashing in my mind
for some odd reason. “Yeah,” I said, still frowning at her, “I
don’t know you, so bye.”
She jumped, as if that wasn’t the reaction she expected.
Laughing nervously she shrugged. “You’re right, we don’t know
each other, but you’ve been recruited, so it’s best to adapt
quickly and accept the fact that everyone is your new family,”
the girl told her with an awkward smile.
“Dress me,” I said and stood with her arms spread out like a
bird’s wings.
“What?”
“Dress me, like I remember someone else doing to me in the past.
Quickly, before I get bored here.”
Frowning, the girl walked behind me and into another room, which
I suspected was a closet. I heard the rustling of fabric and the
clang of hangers and finally the girl exited. “The name’s
Sophie, by the way,” she said as she removed my clothing folding
it up and placing it on a lush nearby chair. A bra and fresh
underwear were slid onto my waiting form, soon followed by
ripped jeans and a gold shirt with ruffles on the chest. “While
you’re alive you will work for Him, your training starts today.”
“Him?” I asked, confusion causing me to frown a bit, “Training?”
“Yes, you’ll be educated in guns, hand-to-hand combat, daggers,
knives, and other things of the sort. Right now you’re in
Crossroad Academy, a private school that rarely accepts
students, but still have a student body that total to about
two-thousand. We’re in the apartment complex right now and I’m
the one who’s in charge of you. Eventually we’ll create a strong
bond and become what the teachers call Siblings. We’re going to
work together on missions as well, as future Siblings.” Sophia
told me, clearing up a lot.
“So, for some reason I’m at a school learning how to kick ass,
and in the future I will kick ass, but with you, right?” I
asked, amusement causing a smile to tug at my mouth. “All right,
I can do that, but I’m hungry.”
“Well, you’ve been asleep for five days,” Sophia laughed. At
this, I froze, panic overcoming my laughter.
“Five days?” I gasped, whipping around to stare at Sophia, eyes
huge. “That’s twenty-five meals missed! Oh my God, show me the
dining hall.”
Laughing harder then ever, Sophia led the way out of the
apartment and down the hallway, stoping at an elevator and
pushing the button. A few people who where also waiting for the
ride gave us a few strange looks, mostly, I assumed, at Sophia’s
hysteric fit.
My partner managed to calm down before the chime rung out,
signaling that the elevator had arrived. Smiling, we stepped on
with two other guys.
Once the doors closed, the guys turned to us, grinning.
“Honestly, Soph, I thought you were tripping for a minute there.
This newbie must be something else to get you, the Queen of
Stoneface, to double over.”
“Shut up, Mike,” she snickered, shoving his shoulder. Mike was a
lanky and tall boy, with sandy blonde hair and gray eyes. His
muscles were put on display on the short sleeved black top he
wore.
“You’re some serious stuff, newbie,” the other guy chuckled,
“the name’s Bond, James Bond.”
That rose another fit from the already unstable Sophia, and Mike
joined in. My face way smooth and cold, dislike clear on my
features. James was also tall and muscular, but he sported black
hair and blue eyes. It was a rather interesting combination.
“Didn’t like that, all right,” he said weakly, “all right, it
isn’t James Bond, but my name really is James.”
Nothing. I hate the kind of guy who pretends to be funny, kind
and love you and then betrays you, ripping out your heart and
stomping all over it. I had no idea why. The bell rang again and
the doors opened, and I walked out.
“Eh?” James said, gaze following me as I exited the elevator.
“Antigone, wait up! The dining hall is this way!”
I stopped and waited for Sophia to catch up. When she did she
looked at me hard, face upset as she tried to make up what she
thought of what my character.
“Food,” I reminded her, glaring at Sophia with annoyance.
“This way,” she said, leading me into a semi-crowed large room
with people scattered at tables throughout the room. A few
people near the doorway I stood in glanced over, eyes curious,
but looked away when my glare met them.
Silently I walked up to a window where I assumed you ordered
food. A Jamaican man looked out the window without glass,
grinning at me.
“Hullo, mon! I cook anything for you,” he laughed, grinning in
my annoyed face.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Then I’ll take pasta with sauce and meatballs, a fourteen inch
pizza, chicken minced in a small dish, sushi with crab inside,
unsalted rice, beef stew, thirty eclairs, a chocolate frosted
cake, strawberries, bananas, apples, and a bunch of grapes and
dragonfruit. After that I want salmon, cooked, of course, with
cooked carrots as a side, sweet and sour chicken, miso soup,
breadsticks, omelets, and Coke Zero in the biggest cup you
have.”
Almost everyone nearby me stared, but the cook just laughed.
“I am on it, mon!” he told me an ducked inside, apparently
wasting no time.
Silently I went to sit at a nearby table with nobody else around
and raised an eyebrow when Sofia slid in across from me.
“Oh?” I asked curiously, resting my chin on my hand while I
observed her.
“You’d be lonely, and it’s my job,” Sofia replied with a smile.
I laughed softly and leaned back in my chair as I waited for the
meal to arrive. For some reason my chest felt warm and fuzzy,
and I felt safe. I didn’t have a word to describe the feeling.
When the large meal arrived I leaned forward, a grin plastered
on my face. “Thanks for the food,” I told the cook as he
returned to his post, laughing.[/font]
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