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Thank you for the heart

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Lauren

Scene No.1
Cut to flashback No.1
blurred white screen fades into focus takes us to
Boy with slight height over girl. Standing but a foot apart staring at each other intently oblivious to the world around them. Cameras change angles simultaneously every 4 seconds swirling around the two slowing the world down and softening the edge on everything around them to blend into one to really portray the heavily zeroed in focusing on them as camera angles change and move slowly around them.
boy with dark brown hair reaches down to hold the girl's face in his hands with her flowing sleek and shiny black hair that is nearly to her waist, around his arms and hands.

Boy
barely audible I love you
switch camera to girl
I love you too
change scene suddenly to
girl awakening and breaking out in cold sweat. Heart is racing as she struggles to catch her breath.
(Whispers to the empty air)
I will avenge your death, Camaiel, I promise.
(At this, it triggers fading memories that start to play and playback in her head. There’s an obvious mental struggle to suppress the memories that her mind is engaged in silently (indicated from the pain grimaced and etched in her face) but it is already too late as it has already slipped pass her defenses and continue to run through and play through her mind.)

Cut to flashback #2
Scene No. 3
She’s in a chamber underground. The room is dark and damp and reeks of death and blood. Three lit torches hang in an orderly fashion upon stonewall within the chamber. A hooded figure stands at the end of the room on the opposite end the entrance was. A brown robe cloaks the figure and in front of it lays a table in which the mass is huddled over. A body lies motionless on the stone table, as an altar is barely noticeable behind the corpse.

Valoel
(Seemingly noticing the lethally sharp silver dagger doused in crimson red blood as it drips off the blade and into the pool of blood the body lie in. Valoel lets go of a blood-curdling scream as she lunges forward to grasp her lover’s killer.)

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!

*Hooded figure turns and reveals him*.

Caphrial
Charming is it not? Fancy meeting you here, my dear love, wouldn’t you say? Do tell me you shan’t to have forgotten me already. Please do say you haven’t forgotten what doth you, not long ago? T’is I, Caphrial. The one you were supposed to love. Humoring how love never seems as though it can quite work out. It seems much too troubled to ever bother to get it right. Not for anyone. Isn’t that right Camaiel?
*In*Reaches over dead boy and moves his jaw in a mocking way for him and speaks with high pitch* Yes t’is! *Laughs cynically* Oh the lies one dear may tell you to suit your fancy never stop. Thus this Love that is spoken of is never true, even if seldom that true mean it, thou’s dearest heart even knows True Love exists only in fantasies of a delusion man delivered from his blurred vision. Wouldn’t you say so my dear Valoel? Ah, but of course you know that best of all in the land, would you dare deny such encounters? You shan’t claim of it otherwise. T’would be a pity if you live in denial. Hmm.. I do rather now I would have waited for you to find us to watch him die in agony and watch him suffer. Oh well my dear love,

Valoel

*Interrupts Caphrial; *
Do not ever call me that. I am not yours nor will that ever become of me.

Caphrial
How dare you! Has your cow of a mother ought not to educate you in some manners? It would be highly advised if you used them, unless I have to establish them within you myself. Do tell me, how do you present yourself in such a manner and go bout living within one’s self? Disgusting might I add. You are much worse than a green-mouthed mule.

Valoel
*Spits in his face*
You disgust me, you vile, feces-stench doused son of a-

Caphrial
*Chuckling softly to himself*
Oh my love, always so feisty. Always were a strong woman too full of passion and fire when you disagreed or hated something. So nice to see you didn’t change. But enough with the chit chat, let’s get on with the fun already and tell me the words I already know but want to hear you say. What do you want to do right now? Oh! I know Miss Young! Pick me! You want to kill me. Just like I killed Camaiel. I dare you. Have ye thy courage to do so. Come forth, and avenge your lover’s death.

Valoel
*She hurls her entire body at him but barely takes one step before he waves her in signal to stop as three men come out of hiding carrying cross bows and fire arrows. The fourth sneaks up behind her, holding a knife to her throat and forces a gasp of shock and pure horror from her*

Caphrial
Oh but I must warn you to be careful dear, I think you would agree you don’t really wish to do this, do you not? See I have the upper hand here, and you’re the one that treads on the very fragile surface of water. That of which, below you is deep, dark and murky, not to mention extremely dangerous. Who knows what lies in wait at the bottom of the abyss? What may it be that is unknown that lies in its depths that shadows hide? Since I can’t have you, nor will any of all mankind for as long as we both shall live. Not in the past, present, nor future times can it be. If you disobey my orders, again, I will keep killing every last one of your lovers so may you suffer all your life in a long and drowning silent misery. But if true love doth exist, then ye have already lost him as your life was just getting ready to begin. So come forth, avenge your lover’s death. After all was he not your true love? Thy true love of which doth not exist anyways. Shan’t we find whom has the sharper dagger, whose is quickest, whose arrow can penetrates faster and searing so, which head of Thy falls in haste. That is if you wish my darling love.
*Turning to face the lifeless body of Camaiel he uses the dagger to cut an x covering Camaiel’s entire chest lazily*
X marks the spot. Tell me my love, does this hurt you t’all? Does this hurt you near as bad as it would him, could he feel it? *Smiles cynically*

Valoel
NO!
(Weeping bitterly.)
*Leans forward slightly forgetting the knife held to her throat*

Caphrial
*Deciding he made his point he motions for her release*
Enough (spoken to the guard) Release her I think she’s had enough. You have drawn blood. Adriel you are dismissed.

Valoel
*Lunges forward to the lifeless body of her lover. She slumps to her knees on the floor, huddles over Camaiel and begins to sob over his body*

Caphrial
(turns to leave her in her pain and grief)
Aw, where are those flaming eyes that scorch your flesh and burn you alive, and the venom in your fangs you spray when you speak? Don’t tell me this little mere nothing, not even casualty has induced and allowed this to become of you? Not but a mere cowardice, who can not even avenge her own true love’s murderer?(scoffs) Come, let the fool mourn and weep for her pathetic lover’s death. Will she never see true love does not exist? Simply cannot exist? Does not last? Always ending with whom ever shall live while the other dies first?

Valoel
(Stops him in mid rant to rise up and face him.)
No. NO. (Slight dramatic pause.) You’re wrong.
Caphrial
Excuse me? So now you dare to speak without being spoken upon? You were better off when you were silent. You should’ve kept your mouth shut.

Valoel
(Gaining proximity as Caphrial slowly tries to shrink away)
No. I said ‘No. You’re wrong.’

Caphrial
HOW DARE YOU!
Valoel
(About an inch away from his face now.)
I said you’re wrong. You’re the true coward whose jealous I found true love because you never will. Your tiny heart is incapable of loving and you disgust me more than any other. You aren’t even fit to own a pig, you disgrace to man and the rest of the human race (spits in his face,) your mother should have named you cretin, not Caphrial.

Caphrial
How dare you speak in such tongue to I?
(All you hear is a loud crack as his hand is smashed against her face as he slaps her with all his might)

Valoel
(Standing there smiling at Caphrial)
Don’t you get it? You can’t break me Caphrial. I am already broken. Run run, fast, fast as you can, run forever if you can, but know you can never hide and you won’t ever win.
Caphrial
You… You…. YOU HARLOT! (One last heavy smack across her face for good measure as he finally manages to scamper away with bodyguards close at hand for protection. She continues laughing cynically)

Valoel
(Trots over to Camaiel)
Oh love deepest of mine doth dearest, purest, and truest. How did I allow for death to come forth of you? I swear my love; death will not bid us to part. I will bring Caphrial to both his knees as well as death, or at least die trying.
(Sniffles)

Scene No. 4

Fade back to present date 500 years later with Valerijia in her room
Valerijia
(Mutters to herself.)
I swear I was really there when it happened. But my name is not Valoel, it’s Valerijia, Although, I do have a scar that matches the cut on her neck from the blade.

(Valerijia traces the scar left on her neck left behind from the dagger)

To Be Continued…

The freshly fallen drops of dew left the beautiful fragrance of the earth filled with mouth-watering luscious clover still lingering in the atmosphere. The moon, high and full, cast down from above the sky a radiance of moonlight full of purity that illuminated everything that lay casted in it’s path below, cleansing sinners if they wish to be cleansed.
A tall, chiseled, and well defined half-man, half-horse stallion stood silently as he stared off into the beautiful night time sky, seeming as if in a trance.
Though Heavincey was lost in deep though, mesmerized by the marvels before his eyes, above his head, and the fierceness of his sense of logic and reasoning he acquired through simply being a centaur, how ever he was still very much in fact aware and alert of even the slightest breeze or hesitation in the twitch of a single leaf 500 miles away. It was very much like the awareness most white tail deer had. Heavincey’s intuitive senses were several thousands of times more enhanced and magnified than an average centaur’s. Lifting his strong head to face the stars, he sought out and found his own constellation quickly, focusing only on his, he began bowing his head down in prayer murmuring, “Fellow brethrens please guide me now fore now in these times I desperately need you by my side.”
Heavincey found the cool, crisp, freshness of the now clean air refreshing as it entered his lungs. He flared his nostrils and snorted as he inhaled as deeply as he could, enjoying the frosty and chilling sensation that filled his chest, exhaling slowly to appreciate every bit provided by forest that he could.
It was off in the distance, and he could sense it. Though, he was uncertain of what exactly it wanted, he was able to read it’s emotions as if it were an open diary, thoughts too, if he willed it. The creature was either angered or outraged. It was frantically in search of something specifically. Heavincey could tell that it was starving and craved for the forbidden.
Caught off guard, Heavincey found himself knocked off his hooves and swept away by the powerful and overwhelming emotions of the object he was reading and absorbing energy from. Intensifying urgency, desire, and impulse plunged through him awakening every muscle in his body. The compulsion controlling him that ran through his veins evicted any existing logic and reasoning from his nervous system and temptation settled in its place. It compelled him to do whatever it was that the creature was doing in it’s own predicament.
Heavincey was galloping through the midnight air, leaving dust behind him. He was becoming the predator, so fully in the moment filled with the desire and unquenchable thirst for the forbidden. In this moment of weakness, for the first time in all of the centaur’s years and lives on this planet, Heavincey found himself helplessly give way to the monstrosity so tightly locked away within and submerged in the deepest and darkest dwellings of his heart. And the savage beast within him started to emerge.
His conscious mind was barely able to recognize the dangerous frenzy beginning. Within an instant, he snapped out of the hypnotic state he was in.
“Whoa, that was close. Too close,” he whispered as he shuddered from the thought of what almost was, what could have been. There’s no way I can ever allow myself to loose that much control ever again, he thought.
He took a moment to gather all that had happened. After reviewing the events, a horrid thought struck him; though he had stopped hunting, that didn’t necessarily mean that the predator had. Which in turn meant its victim must still be out there. Alive, true, as he could feel it, but still in danger.
Frantically in search for the one in danger (he sensed it must be near, within proximity,) he noticed a small huddled mass in a large black cloak at the base of a tree on the forest floor. Heavincey knelt down next to the shivering and trembling terrified little creature, pushed back the black cloak’s hood to reveal a small, child like face.
From first glance, the child almost appeared human, almost, but it was too beautiful, too perfect, and seemingly flawless. There was a glow in the pigment of the child’s skin. But no, Heavincey knew better, this was not a human. It simply was impossible; it was a star child, a result of a God or Goddess who mated with a mortal human being. Also known as an Angel mating with a human.
Heavincey upon realizing this was the victim in danger he had sensed, picked up the star child and held it close to his chest telling her “It’s ok, you’re safe now.”
Her innocent and pleading almond shaped eyes peered into his. Still fearful, she tested her boundaries and asked, “Do you know what I am?”
Instantly he responded, “Yes.”
“Well then you also know it’s after me.” She responded with the statement as if it were a given.
Heavincey nodded slowly.
There was a short pause and the star child added, “ Of course you do… But then you also know what it is then, right?”
It was only then when Heavincey made no movement to speak. The star child used this as her opportunity to explain.
“ Demon. A high- ranking assassin official.”
The star child’s face betrayed no emotion.
“ But… Why? What does it want? “ Heavincey pondered.
Without hesitation she said “ Me. It’s clan killed my family and now I’m next. Its clan has been working on destroying my entire kind. There aren't many of us left anymore.” As her eyes met his, Heavincey noted the pain that lay behind her eyes and etched into her soul. He felt sorry he had even asked, but at that moment, internal warning signals started ringing making him alert of nearby danger that grew on the war front.
“Hop on my back hold on tight, oh and by the way, what ever you do, do NOT let go.” Heavincey declared.
With that, he secured her on his back to make sure she was safely on his withers and galloped off into the night at full speed.
“Where are we going?”
“Away from here, another Time Dimension. Listen, when the black hole like portal opens up and sucks us up, close your eyes and keep them closed until I say so, ok?”
“Yeah, sure, ok, whatever, but why?”
“Ok, close them… NOW! I’ll explain when we get there.”
A few seconds later, the black mass sucked the air out of both Heavincey, who was used to the procedure by now, and the star child, who wasn’t, knocking her out.
When they arrived and everything around them had settled down once more, Heavincey bent down to retrieve the star child. Impatiently yet careful, he strode over in the room they had landed in to fetch a wash cloth with the star child in his arms still, and dampened it enough to moisten it. In one flowing move/ stride, he made his way to the mattress against the wall in the corner away from the sink and lay the unconscious girl down. With the touch of a mother, he stroked her forehead and whipped the sweat from her brow slowly to her flaming hot forehead.
In a large utility sink, tucked in the corner of the room was a small, rectangular shaped cherry oak wood box. The outer stain was beginning to fade and the enamel was noticeably chipping. There was a strange gold glow about the box that came from the seams of the box. As Heavincey went to pick the box up, distant fading murmurs erupted inside.
There was a small lock in the shape of a heart attached to it, small enough to fit snugly in his hand. Engravings were etched into the back of it appearing to be in Enochian or Hebrew, the language of the Angels. The inscriptions matched the ones on the inside of the heart shaped locket in pure silver that hung around his neck near and dear, and contained the key to the lock attached to the box.
Well, here goes nothing. I know I promised never to come to the council again, but this time it’s urgent, and important. Please understand Father. Duty calls.
At that he placed the key in the lock on the small box and turned until he heard the small click! Pop! From the lock unlocking.

…. To Be Continued…

There certainly is a sucker burned every minute. Take, for example, my sister's friend Cassie, who is the sweetest girl you could ever meet. I wonder how people at school could be so cruel to her, she'd never done anything wrong, never did drugs or alcohol; she was as clean as can be. It didn't matter how mean you were to her or no matter who you were, she treated you as an equal, she was always nice to you no matter what. That's what you could count on; that and the fact that she was too willing and trusted much too freely. It was as if she waved her arms around screaming hey you look at me I'm just dying and more than overly willing to throw away this endless bundle of trust and love for human kind that I have to any stranger or wanderer free, even perhaps they very well don't deserve it. But she was so, so, so desperate, an innocent, poor guiltless little creature almost as if created as a tiny helpless little sacrificial lamb to the hungry high and almighty dark and scary Greek Gods and Goddesses in attempt to please their endless pit of thirst for blood. Of course the poor lamb handed over by an all too willing town that cowered as it's innocent trudged it's way to the mountain top to it's death all in hopes and prayers of some kind of acceptance that she won't ever attain. Much like how Jesus, according to a Christian's faith, died on the cross to clear the people's names essentially, dying in place of them for their sins when he did nothing wrong. Kind of like hey big brother I'm sorry for what you've done and I know that I did not a thing wrong, but I feel as though confessing your sins and being punished for you will lift my sorrow or guilt and make amends and make what you did right or something to that effect anyways and I think I'm just going to go ahead and take one for the team so you don't all go down to Hell in a thorny merry flipping hand basket and rot for all eternity in a pit of flames even if you probably do deserve it. I figure it gives me enough time to think of some things to ask the devil on the way down so that when I finally get there I can ask my technically true big brother how life's been treating him since being he turned all evil and was a technical screw up if you will and I'm considerably all innocent and good and have done nothing wrong in my entire life; ever. So just wanted to tell you good bye and I love you and don't screw this up a second time 'cause I'm not going to come back a third time after I ascend in to Heaven after three days in Hell to save your stupid arse and keep you from using your horrible sense of judgment. You have a brain, use it you big oaf.
Now I know that's not exactly what Jesus would actually say, but you get my drift, that's the jest of it and he might as well have come out and said it instead of dancing around what he probably wanted to say, although had he, he might have earned himself a considerably nifty smudge on his reputation of being so perfect and holiness and all. I guess that's good enough motive why not to piss the man in charge off, or the rest of the lot. That's what makes Jesus and Cassie alike, they don't want to step on anyone's nightgown, or tick 'em off. It's what makes her such an easy target for jocks, seniors, and cheerleaders, and well pretty much everybody else. She will do what ever it takes to get you to like her and besides Trinity my sister, has no real friends. But of course she wouldn't know it if you told her, believe me I've tried. They have her so fooled into thinking if she plays along and is everyone's guinea pig instead of having her own mind so she does what they want, that all of a sudden everyone's her best friend and all chummy-chummy with her. I want to shake her really hard and just scream at her 'Think about it. Why would they all of a sudden be your friends? They wouldn't. This is high school, filled with drama. And never will want to. Look these people are fake Cassie, they're just using you to benefit only for themselves.' But I just don't have the heart to do it. She's like a wilted flower, poor thing is too weak and beaten down to stand on her own and stand up for herself to better herself and raise her self esteem. She's just too weak, frail. Which is why day in and day out, I sit back and watch it happen. No, no, no, I let it happen. I fall back silently and grit my teeth in bitter solomness swallowed along with my pride and dignity and fight what screams inside of me to do something to help the needy and stand up for someone who can't do that for himself or herself. I want to get up and save her from her tormentors but I can't. There's nothing I can do. When they're as desperate as she comes, you can't do a thing for them. Sometimes you have to let them suffer before they can leave the lies and bullshit make believe and fantasy worlds they live in to delude and evade themselves from the truth. That's why I fall back with silent bitterness in the tears of acid that I swallow down rather than to show, that burn my throat, my heart, my chest. Hell, my soul for crying out loud. That's because I remember not so long ago, I had been her before; until I met Josh. That changed everything in my life. My world belonged on a different axis and everything after that lost appeal to me, without him. He added the life to my breath and the color to my world. It consumed me in a romance of intoxicating bliss. I never lost sense of where I would go, what I should be, or who I was with him. When he was with me I felt alive, like nothing could stop me, not even the law. That is a dangerous state of mind to have, especially when you feel as though you are unable to live on your own without someone. See, they've become you're crutch your addiction like ecstasy, only when you run out and you have no place to go, no one to run to, and no where to hide, your left in a world that leaves in corners of damp dark alleys all alone and cold in the pouring rain with only your own knees for a pillow and your own warm and burning tears to warm you and keep you company. All you have to do is pray for someone to find you and rescue you but when that alley is a dark crevice within your own mind and that's the place in reality that you are so irrevocably lost within with absolutely no way out, no escape, and you've lost yourself, there's nothing anyone else can do. Only you can change it and find the way out to save yourself. In the meantime, you can only pray you find someone that loves you enough that's there for you no matter how many times you slam the door in their face, or spit at them and are patient and kind, to help see that you stick it out to the end and truly are ok and finally better.

The church chimes sung dull and deep to lull even the slightest passerby, coaxing them into a quiet peaceful state of mind. Sonja sat in her room at the top of the stairs waiting for someone, even if a murmuring soul from anywhere would notice she wasn't at the masquerade ball. It was the one place she desperately longed to be. She longed to wear her hair in luscious ringlets that rippled and flowed, dropping random locks of her gorgeous deep silky chocolaty mousse hair that carried a dash of burgundy honey; of proudly and confidently masking her face, carrying the elegance contained in the magic and beauty of the Renaissance mask that framed her face and molded to it so perfectly to transform it into a delicacy, to highlight her luminous and ever changing eyes. At times they rang pure with mischief in a fiery golden red, the way that made her different. It made her like no other in the world, with those pure flecks of gold sprinkled in her eyes close to the iris. The mask was Sapphire blue, with real gold sprinkled like glitter around the eyes in tiny intricate swirls, along with actual sapphire rhinestones. Softly, she began to hear murmurs of children laughing. Slowly, the giggles erupted into fits of laughter, growing louder and louder. Trumpets, bells, and harps started up in melody making the childlike laughter sound as vocals, producing a musical that grew with intensity as it was being brought to life.

What do you do when you can’t run and you can’t hide and the pain just won’t subside no matter what you do you can’t stop no matter how hard you’ve tried and now it’s all just too much and you want to scream the words that just wont come out that you’ve had enough and if you had said you were just fine it’d be a lie no matter how much you deny the truth won’t coincide and hide the pain wont ever subside and numb what you feel your fears won’t leave even after all the blood has spilled and the tears have run dry there is no escaping what you know in your heart you cannot deny there just is no more time what will you do when you know you lived your life as a lie? And you how you found your relief when you wanted to say good bye was through a knife that never would go deep enough to take your life in the only ways you ever felt alive instead of like a drowning women giving over her fight to stay alive?

It's not what he said, it's what he did. How he broke her in two, she fakes a smile for him and it runs through her veins and in her thoughts while she lies in bed and tries to sleep, because she knows what he can't see, of the pain and horrors of what no one not even he can see. Of what she keeps locked inside, hidden underneath, she hides it far enough away so that it's already begun to be far enough past the limits that it's already just now out of reach, but not out of line, some of her thoughts can coincide but some of them don't mix and combine she hopes no one hears her when she screams and when she cries at night, that no one sees her tear stained eyes, No one sees beyond the lies and the pain she hides that makes her succumb and makes her completely numb. run little dear the end is creeping faster dear. run before it dissapears.

BROKEN HOURGLASS

She sat there in silence with her gaze off in the distance, not focusing on anything at all. Everyone around her seemed as though to be pulling her in all different directions. Telling her what to say, what and how to feel, who to be, what to do. All she wanted was to make her own decisions for once, without having everyone else try to run her life to fix and make up for wrecking their own lives. She let out a loud sigh, heavy and deep and rolled her eyes unsure of what to do next. She had managed to get this far, and mess things up this bad, and now there was no going back; she was pretty sure there wasn’t going to be a way to fix it now, much less ever. She wished things could just go back to the way that they were, in the beginning when everything made sense when things were finally great before any of this ever happened.
Dezinteine was trying to escape to some place far away from this Hell she lived, inside her mind, not wanting to face what she was forced to call reality. The one place Jon wasn’t, when he had promised he would never let her go. Days after they broke up, she caught him everywhere at school, always all over multiple girls. Every time she saw his face, even if but a glance, it killed her inside and she wanted to scream out loud. She wanted to retreat to a quiet, dark room, that was far from school and anyone (including her most loyal friends) and just let it all out, wailing on her acoustic guitar.
She may have been well aware that she couldn’t run and hide from all her problems forever, but for now she had the right, and nothing anyone said or could do, was going to stop her.

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