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I've started again, like i said i would, and i've come up with a new introduction. I used my first idea, one that no one has even heard about, and i think it works better than the one i origionally used in my work XD I hope you enjoy reading my new introduction, and, if you haven't read my story before, i hope you enjoy reading it, too! Keep in mind though that i wrote this a very long time ago, and i've only just started improving it now DX DX

~Devil's Cursed Word~ (version 2)

The gleam of the limousines lights across the black leather seats was, in its own way, a mystical sight for sore eyes. Staring out the window, Layla could only see a gloomy haze of colors and brightly lit signs, there one second, and gone at the next.
With a sigh, she looked over to her driver, who was further away than she was used to.
“Rupert?” Layla called, slightly raising her voice.
Rupert’s eyes suddenly appeared in the rear view mirror. “Yes, Miss Nightingale?”
With a smile, Layla shook her head. “I did tell you to call me Layla, didn’t I?”
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry Miss – Layla,” he corrected with a cough.
His smile was small, but definite, and Layla couldn’t help but lean forward and get engrossed in another conversation that Rupert was sure to start up. Sometimes, when she was sad, all she wanted to do was talk to him. Rupert was really the only man she could trust.
Minutes passed to hours, and before she knew it, the sun rose from its hiding place and lit up the city, covering every shadow with its strong orange light. Awfully surprised, Layla looked over to Rupert, whose face she could not see for it was not reflected in the rear view mirror.
“Rupert! This is taking way to long!” She cried with exasperation. “We should be wherever we’re supposed to be going by now!”
There was no movement from Rupert; only his voice gave the indication that he had heard her.
“Who said we were going anywhere?”
His voice was so off, it caught Layla off guard. As she took in a great gulp of air, Layla chocked it back, retching at the foul taste that stabbed at her tongue and raked at her lungs.
She threw herself at one of the limousine doors with sudden panic, clawing her hands up the leather until she finally grasped the handle with the button to open the window. Her need for fresh air was astounding; she dared not breathe in fear that the polluted air around her would ruin her lungs.
However, as she pressed the button, nothing happened. The window would not open. Horror washed over her, and panic turned to terror as she pressed the button over and over again, banging it with her fist.
Her lungs screamed in her chest, burning with such intensity that Layla thought she would spontaneously combust into flames. Her vision became blurred, and a sudden feeling of lethargy washed over her. Slightly slumped, she looked over to Rupert, who still hadn’t moved. As she looked at him, she was so confused, for she didn’t know what had gotten into her driver. Something was wrong.
Layla welcomed the lethargy, welcomed the sleepiness, welcomed it because she knew it would take the pain away. There was no air left to breathe, no way to open the door, no strength left in her petite body to fight anymore. She could feel the burning in her chest subside, as if she were moving away from it.
With her last burst of strength, Layla looked over to her driver, who still sat motionless in his seat. And then, so suddenly, his body turned to face hers, and Layla could see the flesh on his face rotting away, his eyeballs no longer in their sockets and his hair only thin wisps on his raw scalp.
Layla shrieked, her last amount of air gone, at the sight in front of her.
You aren’t Rupert, you murderer, she thought, and with her heart pumping its last beats ever so slowly, her head hit the leather seat with a dull thud.
The rotting corpses’ lips turned up in a smile, and just as Layla was about to lose consciousness, it spoke in a cooing tone that was more frightening than its appearance.
“Hello, sweetheart.”

© copyrighted by the rightful owner, Kujin-jump. All rights reserved. Any links to other events, people, or pieces is completely coincidental and is in no way connected to this piece. May 22nd, 2009.

Well, that's the end of my new introduction XD How'd you like it??

Devils Cursed Word


The striking black leather seats, with the low, soft, delicate glow from the moons light, covered barley half the space in the roomy compartment of the white stretch. The mini bar quietly hummed, indicating that it was still on. And the coloured lights slowly changed from one of Laylas favorite colours to the next. Through her window Layla could only see a gloomy haze of colours and lights, appearing at the window in one second, and gone at the next. Layla was riding in the back compartment of her brand new limo. Her golden, brown, shinny hair spread out on the seats top, and her slender legs neatly crossed, with her hands carefully folded in her lap.
Her muscular driver was talking about anything that came to mind, trying to keep the flow of hopeless conversation that wouldn't go anywhere. Of course, Layla wasn't listening to a word he said. She was looking out of her tinted, practically black window, trying to see something she recognised through the thick haze and blurr.Layla sighed to herself, "I haven't been here for years, and when i finally come i can't see a damn thing, let alone a damn thing i recognise!" In that instant, Laylas depression lifted and her heart lept with joy as she caught a glimps of the McDonalds shop she use to always stop at after school. layla felt so much calmer and happier after seeing that small, but precious glimps. A smile began to grow across her face as she remembered all the memories she had of that place. At that moment the driver stopped talking and pulled up the stretch in front of the footpath. Laylas driver quickly stepped out of the limo to open her door. As he pulled at the handle, Layla felt her smile grow bigger as she heard the quiet cries and cheers of her fans.
"They won't be so quiet for long,' Layla chuckled to herself. And sure enough, the sound of her high heeled boots hitting ground was obliterated by the sudden uproar of her fans cheers and cries.
Laylas heart shaped scar, her diamond pupil, and of course, her talent, have made her one of the most famous 15 year olds in history. And a big target for the paparazzi. Reporters and photographers started swarming aroung Layla like bees to a sweetly sented flower. Layla just stood there, smiling and waving, letting the photographers get the pictures they needed for the big 'scoop'. And Layla was happy to be signing autographs and taking pictures with her fans once again. Laylas heart soared once she saw the smiles of all these people. Fans, friends and reporters. Layla stepped onto the velvet red carpet walkway and started walking down to the tinted glass doors. The reporters and photographers still swarming around her, but forced to keep their distance by security. Once Layla was close to the glass doors, someone stepped in front of them, blocking her way. The guards didn't see the man, nor the fans, reporters, or anyone else for that matter. It was just Layla and the man. One look at the man, and Layla knew who he was, in an instant. Laylas feet stopped moving, and her heart was beating at a tremendous rate. The shock and fear that layla felt was shown clearly on her face. All the memories of the night her mother was murdered swam into her head and she couldn't move a muscle. And she remembered that mans face all too well.
"The murderer, the one who killed my mum." Layla shuddered. She remembered it all. As the man walked towards her, sheer terror kept her from screaming. And the words that she most dreaded came out of his smirking mouth, in a terrifying whisper, "Hello, sweetheart."


Layla let out a terrifying shriek. She was shaking from head to toe, in her queen sized bed, practically crying with fear. Layla heard a scream from someone...something, and opened her eyes at the voice. Every inch of her body was covered in icy sweat and her bed covers were twisted around her like a straight jacket, keeping her from moving a muscle. Jak was standing over her bed, along with another figure that she didn't recognise. Laylas head was spinning, and not just from the fact that she woke up in a rush, but because she realised that it was all a dream.
"It seemed so...real." Layla shook her head in disbelief. "Of course it wasn't real...it can't be."
Layla suddenly realised that the other figure standing beside Jak was acually a doctor. Obviously Jak was really worried about Layla, or he wouldn't have calld a doctor.
"He hates doctors," Layla thought to herself. Compassion overwhelmed her. She knew that Jak had a gigantic fear of doctors, not to mention hospitals, and also knew that it was nearly a miracle to see him standing so close to a doctor. So instead of being seriously pissed to know that Jak had gone to all that trouble for a dream, Layla let the doctor tend to her needs, answered all his questions, and let him talk about her to Jak.
When the doctor finally left it was nearly midday. There wasn't a clock in Laylas bedroom (she broke the recent alarm/clock by smashing it into little pieces after it woke her up from one of her favorite dreams) but you can tell that it's midday by the suns raise shinning through the open window. Layla was stil shaken by the dream, and didn't want to talk now that the doctor wasn't there.
Jak was pacing up and down the room, staring at the ground. He was starting to sweat; little rain like drops appearing on his brow. Layla guessed that he was recounting what had happened in his head, probably terrified at what he's done. Apparantly Jak didn't want to talk, either, because he never seemed to brake the silence, or give any indication that he wanted to.
Time passed and Layla was getting hungry. Also, Jak had stopped pacing the room, and now was sitting down on the closest chair. He looked in no position to go and get her something to eat, so Layla decided to go and make lunch herself. She threw back her bed covers and was half way out of bed when Jak looked up at her.
"I hate doctors, i couldn't stand it when he was here," Jak whispered.
Layla was astounded. Didn't he know that Layla clearly new of his fear?
"I know, and i also know that it was quite remarkable to see you standing so calmly next to one."
"You knew?!" Jak was astonished. His suprise clearly written on his face.
"Of course i knew...it'd be dumb of me not to. It is kinda obvious y'know."
Layla suddenly realised that Jak must be as hungry as she was. And seeing as he was in no state to be getting up, let alone make himself anything to eat, Layla thought that she would, also, make him something to eat.
"Hey, Jak, are you hungry?"
"Urh...well~"
Great! So do you want pasta or hotdogs?" Layla didn't need any answers, she wouldn't let Jak get another word out.
"I~"
OK! Pasta it is!"
And before Jak could say another word, Layla was out the door.

Layla was a great cook. She could cook a new recipe with only a glance at the recipe book, and she knew how to get the best ingrediants, at a low cost. So cooking her favorite cream, mushroom, ham and bazil pasta was plain easy, not that the pasta was plain. In the middle of all her cooking, it started to get really stuffy in the kitchen. None of the windows were open, so she went to open one. Layla quietly put away her utensils and made sure that her pasta would be ok for a minute or two, and headed for the closest window.
As Layla grabbed the handle she caught a glimps of a man outside the window. Layla looked away, but was once again drawn to the mans face. Suddenly, Layla screamed. She knew that man, and she knew that it was impossible to be seeing that man standing there...It was HIM. Layla heard running footsteps, but didn't think on them. She was too scared, petrified even. And HE said those words that she most terribly dreaded, in his terrifying whisper. "Hello, sweetheart."
Layla nearly collapsed; she couldn't hold herself up. She slowly lost all her strength and thought, and fell. Jak was there just in time, and caught Layla in his arms before she could black out. Layla opened her eyes, and saw Jak staring out the window. His mouth was gaped open, and he was barely able to controll himself from shaking. He looked like he was in a daze, or was hypnotised, even. Jak took in a deep breath, then another one, and began to speak.
"What the~?"
Jak vigorously shook is head and looked down at Layla. Layla couldn't look directly into his eyes; she couldn't even keep herself awake any longer. Jak knew this, and gently laid her down. Layla could see him shutting the blind on the window. She could hear the water boiling on the stove; the pasta was ready.
"The past~" Layla whispered, interupted by Jak.
"Layla, don't talk." Jaks voice was harsh and barely a whisper. Layla didn't even bother to try and talk back. She just wanted to close her eyes, and when she opened them, she wanted everything to be, just a dream.
"This is all a dream...right? It's not real, it's just an illusion created in my head. I'm just dreaming...right?"
Layla was so desperate for the answer that she was looking for, but one look at the pityfull smile that was forming on Jaks face was answer enough that she was wrong.
"Ah well, i'll try closing my eyes, anyway."
And at those words, Layla closed her eyes, with the picture of the mans face clearly printed in her mind. Haunting her.

It's 3 weeks after the incident with HIM. Layla was still quite shaky, and wouldn'r go anywhere near the window without a ' weapon', which was usually a frying pan or kitchen knife.
Layla was getting dressed into her favorite gold dress and matching sera (a sera is like a jacket, but rib cage length and usually very fragile) and ballet flats. Layla was going to see a movie with her best friend Mandy. And while she was gone, Jak was going to clean the house, or so, that's what he told Layla. It was half past nine, and Layla was putting on her ballet flats, waiting for Mandy to pick her up.
"Arh, come on, Mandy's so totally late. If she doesn't come soon we're going to miss the start of I'll Never be You'." Jak just stared at Layla with a puzzled look, shook his head and turned away. "Girls...", Layla heard Jak say under his breath. At that moment, Layla heard mandy pull up her car at the drive way. "Finally," Layla said under her breath. She walked to the coat hanger to get her sera and put it on, and while doing so heard the honk from Mandy's car. "Oh yeah...late." And as Laytla remembered this, she ran to the door. Jak turned around in his seat and said bye to her, before she got out of earshot. Layla hurridly opened the door and slammed it shut on her way out. Layla ran to the car were Mandy was patiently waiting.
"Sorry i'm late, the traffic was horrible. I don't know why thew traffic was so bad at night. Maybe there was a party."
"Doubt there was a party that big." Layla hopped into the car and buckled her seat belt.
"Hope you won't be cold in a skimpy dress like that," Mandy laughed. Layla just smiled, and to Mandy, that was the signal to go.

The movie was great, the drink was splendid, the popcorn was delicious and the temperature was just right, but Layla couldn't enjoy any of that...she needed to go to the bathroom.
"Hey Mandy, won't be a sec, just need to go freshen up," Layla whispered. Mandy just nodded, already glued to the movie screen, with her eyes wide open and scary looking, compared to her light, cheery nature. Layla jumped out of her seat and power walked out of the theatre, her steps muffled by the fancy red theatre carpet. Before she left the room, though, Layla showed her ticket to the security guard and told him that she would be back after going to the bathroom.
"Make sure you show me your ticket again before entry," the guard said in his masked, mechanical, bored voice. Layla hurridly walked out of the theatre and sped into a run as she caught the sight of the 'ladies' neon sign, above the blue, peeling bathroom door.
Layla washed her hands at the sink and heard the creek of the bathroom door opening. Of course she took no notice of the noise, not even a glance at the direction the person was walking. No curiosity overwhelmed her. She thought it would just be another lady like her, in need of a bathroom. But the footsteps were heavier than any that Layla has heard from a woman. And the persons breathing was much more ragged than of any other breathing pattern of a womans. That's when she realised, it was a man.
Laylas stomach lurched. What kind of sicko, psycho freak would wonder into a girls bathroom? Layla turned around, and right behind her was HIM. The murderer. And he whispered in his terrifying tone those words she dreaded, "Hello,sweetheart." Laylas stomach lurched once again. Her whole world lurched. The look in his eyes was the exact same look he gave her mother, before he killed her.The police didn't believe her when she told them. They were also on HIS side. Her friends or family didn't believe her, either. All except one. That was Jak. Layla was frozen to the spot. Why was he just staring at her? And with such a menacing smirk? Layla was terrified, utterly terrified. She couldn't believe that she was standing so close to a killer maniac. Of course...she didn't WANT to be standing so close to one. Layla was just gobsmacked to what HE was thinking, if he was even thinking anything at all.As HE moved towards her, she couldn't do anything. She couldn't even look away. It was like his gaze was holding hers in place. She couldn't make a sound. Her mouth wouldn't move. Her mouth was dry and hard, like it was cemented shut. The only time she moved was when she was trembling, terrified and light headed.
He smelt like day old smoke, and had a foul stench of something else she couldn't recognise. She didn't realise that the smell was of burning human flesh. He spread his fingures wide and place his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry; you'll die peacefully and quickly. Not how your mother did, i'm afraid. She put up such a struggle. It was a shame...she was so beautifull, it was such a waste for her to die like that..."
"SHUT UP YOU BIG LOSER FREAK!! YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER LIKE THAT!!" HE grinned at Layla. He was happy to see rage filled tears rolling down her soft, red cheeks. Layla was not the type to cry. And only something so cruel could ever trigger her off. Layla just stood there, shaking from head to foot, icy sweat dampening her skin. Layla was mortified that HE could even say such a thing. But he didn't think that it was wrong to say it at all. He thought that Layla being ALIVE was wrong. He was cruel, selfish and mad; qualities that every villain possesses. But would you think to really call him a villain? Of course you would. There wouldn't be a person in the world who would think that something so horrible could be even close to good.
He slowly walked around Layla to her back. And so suddenly, so unexpected, he grabbed Layla around the neck, slipping a knife out from under his sleve, and gently holding it against Laylas throat. Tiny red beads of pure red blood started appearing at the blade. Laylas heart was beating at a tremendous rate, bouncing out of her chest at every beat. She was petrified, terrified, helpless. Layla didn't know what to do. She thought it was the end. HE started whispering to her. She could barely make out what he was saying, but his intention was clear.
"Now Layla. If you let me get over with you...i won't harm any of your special little friends. However, if you don't co-operate with me, who knows what will happen to all of them? Suicide perhaps?"
Laylas blood boiled. How dare he? Layla hated him, and she was going to hit him where it hurt, literally. "Ok then, i'll co-operate with you...in hell!!" And at those words, she hit him were it hurt...yes, it was THERE.
"No one messes with me you creep!!"
HE cried in pain, nearly doubling over. Layla didn't have a moursel of regret or pity for him. Why would she? Layla felt proud of herself, but only for that instant. Terror took over her shinning glory.
Layla ran for it. She pushed open the bathroom door and slammed it shut. Forgetting to lock the door, she ran, and as she was running she made a mental note to herself. To never tell anyone what happened in that girls bathroom, ever.
Layla forced herself to calm down and walk slowly. If she wasn't going to tell anyone, she couldn't let anyone have a chanct to suspect anything. If someone saw her running frantically across the room they would definatly suspect something.
Layla tried to put a smile on her face once she got close to the doors of the cinema. Even thought it was a forced smile, no one would be able to notice it, seeing as it was so dark. Layla walked through the doors and turned right towards the security guard. Layla fished through her jacket pocket and scooped up her ticket, she showed it to the guard. He took a glance at the ticket and gave Layla a smile. "You were in that bathroom for a while, everything ok?"
"Y~yeah. Everythings fine."
Laylas heart skipped a beat. She couldn't get a security guard messed up in this. Especially not a security guard. Layla quickly walked over to her seat. Mandy was still glued to the movie screen, oblivious to the world around her. She still had that scary look in her eyes.
"Hey, Layla. You're just in time. Julie's about to sacrifice herself for her friends y'know? This movie is totally cool!"
"Sacrifice herself...for her friends?" Layla just got an idea, but could she really go through with it? What was she thinking? Was she even brave enough to face that? Layla slummed into her seat. She was relieved that no one noticed how scared and desperate she was. No one even noticed her neck, her cut. Or her blood.

Layla woke up, out of another nightmare, with a start. She was once again overcome by uncontrolable shaking. Her icy sweat making her clothes stick to her, and her bed covers tossed to the ground. It was all a dream, all just a dream. A frigment of her imagination. Layla was relieved. That dream has made her even more determined to fulfill her plan, to save her friends. Layla was overcome with a depression she never before felt. A depression for her friends. What happened if her plan didn't work? What if, after she was gone, HE would do anything in his power to take care of them, too? Layla shook those thoughts out of her head. Any time that she was in such depression would be a waste to her. She had to keep her mind as clear as possible...for them.
Suddenly Layla felt her stomach lurch.
"God, i'm starving. I should've eaten more last night, ah well."
Layla jumped out of bed with a little too much enthusiasm. She tripped over her feet and crash landed on her stomach and her hand hit the bedside table. Fierce pain shot through her arm as she got up. Layla mumbled fiercly as she walked out of her room and into the corridoor. Layla tiptoed past Jaks room and tiptoed down the stairs ah well, because she knew that there was a step that squeacked, but could never identify it.
Layla decided to make pancakes; they were her favorite breakie meal. As she was walking to the kitchen, Layla started thinking about what happened. All memories of everything came into her mind, broken and wrong. Confusing her,they were different personalities, all trying to get her to remember at the same time.
Layla broke into depression. She couldn't help herself. No matter how much she buisied herself, she wasn't able to block out her thouhts. Suddenly Layla heard Jak step on the squeaky step. Once Jak saw her face, he knew something was wrong

To be continued....won't let me write anymore for some reason....bet you it's a trap. Oh...when i said trap...my computer crashed down and i wasn't able to recover crunchyroll. So i'm gonna keep typing even though the judges have probably already looked at mine. This is only for fun now, not for the competition.Here goes again..

He could see that Layla wasn't the cheery person she always was. He could see that she was depressed. Layla really never got how he could tell what she was thinking or feeling. The three years spent together living in the same house probably did the trick. Jak stared at her. A cold, hard, penatrating and piercing stare. Layla was terrified. She had never seen Jak give anyone that look before, she didn't even know he had it in him. Suddenly Layla got a massive urge to start laughing. Again, she couldn't help herself and fell into rolling fits of laughter.
Jak just stared at her. Not with that fierce, scaring look, but with a look of complete and utter bewilderment. As suddenly as Layla, Jak felt a sudden urge to laugh, and he too fell into rolling fits of unexplained laughter. A giggle is catching, but a fit of laughter is plain uncontrollable. Layla was rolling on the floor, hands clutching her stomach, laughing so much that she was fit to burst. And Jak was holding onto the edge of the table, trying to help support his weak knees.
The world was spinning around Layla; she couldn't concentrate on anything, and the world seemed to her now like a boring TV show, her fits of laughter enough amusement for the world. Laylas heart was racing, suddenly, out of barely controlled fits of laughter, Layla could hear Jak talking, his words broken up and strange.
"W......why....are....we...laughing?" Jak gasped.
"I dunno.......maybe....." Layla couldn't think of anything. It was impossible to think in such a situation. Time passed, and Layla and Jak were finally able to stop laughing. The room was silent. Layla was laying down on the kitchen floor and Jak was sitting down at the table eating pancakes. It was 11:30 by the time Jak finished eating and Layla was finally able to clean up the tables scattered scraps.
"Today, i'll tell him everything, including my plan. No matter what he says...i know this will work. I mean, this life really ain't THAT scary...right?"
Layla knew that if she didn't tell Jak what she was planning to do he would only worry more. Layla sneeked a look at Jak. He was watching his favorite TV show that just started a new series of events. The show was 'Moonlight'. This was also one of Laylas favorite shows, but she had no desire to watch it. Not now. Layla felt so nervous. What would he do? What would he say? Would he try and stop her?All these thoughts swam into her mind, like tiny fish, growing and growing every time she went over them. Layla walked over to were Jak was, and as she passed the coffee table, she picked up the remote and switched off the TV. Jak looked suprised and turned around to see what it was that turned the TV off. Jak saw Layla clutching the remote like a lifeguard, her hand shaking.
OK lol i just realised that i'm so totally dumb. I've been re-writing this story out when i could just copy and paste it...............sigh. Ok it's now gonna b in a differnt font lolz.......so thx for your patience!!
Jak knew that she wanted to talk, and if she turned off her favourite TV show, it must have been important. Jak gave Layla a hard, long stare and finally said something. “Ok, spill.”

“What?! You can’t do that!!! That’s crazy!” Layla knew in her heart that Jak wouldn’t just accept that she was going on with this, and she also knew that he wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
“Look, Jak. You can’t change my mind now. It’s my destiny, like it’s a grain of sands destiny to one day give up its individuality, and join the other grains of sand and become sand stone. I know it’s a pretty lame example, but I want you to know that I will NEVER chang~”
“You can’t say that!! How can you even think that! It’s horrible! I won’t let you!”
Jak wasn’t the type to cry, either. But this was just the thing to trigger him off, and his eyes watered. No tears really came down his soft, red cheeks, but this was only because he was holding back. Layla knew that. She stared at Jak. She knew why she was going to do this. Because of him, for him.
Layla slowly got up off the plush couch, leaving a mark of messiness in the spotless house.
Laylas back was turned to Jak, so she didn’t see or hear him get up. Jak walked around Layla and held her tight around her shoulders. He stared into her eyes, and Layla had no choice but to do so as well. Her gaze was forced to his. And Jak opened his mouth, and began to speak.
“Layla, you really can’t do this. It’s horrible, what you’re thinking. I won’t stand for this.” Jak looked at Layla, his cheeks burning red. Layla didn’t respond to him. She was flustered, bewildered. Layla was blushing as well. Jak waited, and when he knew that she wouldn’t say anything, he kept talking.
“Layla…I….that is…..you. Urh. What I mean is….look Layla. We have lived together for 3 years now, right?
Layla nodded to his words. This was true, and now that she thought of it, 3 years isn’t as long as she thought it was.
“And well, you can’t just say that we haven’t gotten closer, right?”
Layla nodded to this as well. It was true. Two people can’t just live together for three years and not get closer.
“So, what I mean is, well. Layla…I…well if you…I won’t know what I’ll do without you.”
Jaks words were triggering Laylas heart. He was slowly melting her, and he knew this, and kept on going.
“Layla, do you know what I’m trying to say?”
Of course Layla knew what he was saying. She knew perfectly well what he was trying to do as well, but Layla couldn’t help herself. She was falling under his seductive spell.
“Layla look, I know that no matter how hard I try I won’t be able to tell you how I feel, so instead, I’ll just show you.”
“Oh God, he’s going to kiss me!” Laylas heart was racing. What should she do? Should she push him? Back away? Before Layla could dwell on her thoughts, Jak drew her close. He slid his hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck to draw her even closer. He tilted his head and hesitated for a second, not sure if he should really do this. Layla just acted on instinct. She didn’t know why she wanted to, or what would happen after wards, but at that moment she didn’t care. Layla moved that millimetre closer to his face, his lips. She could feel his breath on her face, and knew that she wanted to do this. There lips brushed together, and a tantalizing longing filled Laylas mind. She closed her eyes, letting Jak make the last move. Jak moved forward and their lips locked.
It might have been 2min, or maybe 2hrs, but Layla finally pulled away from Jak, his lips plump from her own doing. Layla stared at Jak; she knew how she felt about him now. And it made it just so much harder to go and do what she planned to do. They kissed and she loved him. She didn’t want to ever be away from his side. But Layla had to do this, for the greater good, his greater good. Layla took one last look at Jak, his eyes scanning her, his body stiff; ready to pounce at the moment she made any move to leave.
Layla smiled to him, something he didn’t think she would do. He looked at her puzzlingly, quizzically. Layla took a deep breath, “Jak…I do love you Jak and I…I have to do this, for you. We can’t live like this, on the run, anymore. So…”
Layla couldn’t finish the sentence. Her heart was tearing, and she never thought it would feel this bad. Jak stepped up to her. He looked deep into her eyes. He looked so sad. He looked like he was longing for something, and Layla had a synch on what it was that he longed for.
“Jak…”
“Layla, if you’re really going to do this, then…then I’m coming with you!’

Layla knew that her instinct would tell her were HE was. She twisted through bending paths, trod through dusty strips, squelched and splashed through shallow rivers and ran through knee length grass. Finally Layla saw what she was looking for, the house her mother was murdered in. Her house. Layla swallowed what was left of her fear. If she was going to do this, she might as well do it with dignity.
The house at its old age was worn down. The faded cream and black paint was peeling, and the door swung on its hinges. And the door looked like it was going to fall at the slightest touch. The grass had turned yellow and dry, and the once great mansion footpath was broken up and dirty. A magnificent haunted mansion for a terrible murderer to live in. Laylas once great mansion was now rubble, her home now a hide out.
Layla stepped onto the pebbled footpath. She looked down at her toes and saw tiny weeds growing from between the pebbles and stone. Obviously no one has looked after the mansion for years. Layla looked back at the house, and felt Jaks gentle hand softly grab her shoulder. His hand settled there, and Layla looked up at him. His green, hazel eyes stared back at her. He no longer wanted her to fight him; he was starting to trust Laylas instinct, and was helping her.
Layla wanted to get this over and done with. She walked to the old oak doors and pushed them open. There was no sign that anyone had stayed in this mansion longer than she had, and it was clear that HE hadn’t been in this room, either.
Layla heard Jaks footsteps stop, and could sense that he was right behind her. Suddenly, so swiftly, Layla caught movement in the corner of her right eye. It could have only been the sun, or her eyes playing tricks on her. The brown, hard, sharp rocks under Laylas feet crunched and grinded as she quickly turned in a circle. Layla looked down. They weren’t rocks, they were human bones. All the bones of the human body lay there, under Laylas feet.
She didn’t scream, nor did she jump. She didn’t do anything. She realised, now, who the bones belonged to.
“Mum…MUM!” Layla fell to her knees. Her body shaking, her eyes filled with tears, her heart tearing from her chest. They were all her bones. Her mother’s bones. How could he do this? How could he do something so cruel and lay her mothers bones all over the mansion floor? How dare HIM!
Layla was fired up and mad. Her sorrow was overtaken by a sudden urge to fling the closest thing across the room. Uncontrollable, cautious rage overwhelmed her. And she knew, now, that it was the time to face HIM.
Layla stood in the doorway of her old ballroom hall. She was angry and ready to take anything. She took a deep breath, and screamed out to HIM.
“GET OUT HERE!! IF YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THIS, SO BE IT! BUT I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING UNTIL I KNOW YOU CAN’T HURT ANYONE ANYMORE!!!”
Laylas rage subsided when she knew that he was in the room. She could feel his cold, depressing, eerie presence and knew that then and there, it would all be settled.
HE stepped out of the shadows, and into Laylas sight. His hair was ragged and long; it was no longer the pure black it use to be, but a dark grey colour. His eyes were hideous. They stared at Layla the same way they did when HE murdered her mother. They still had the red tint to them after all these years, but they looked so much fiercer now that HE was older. Worry lines crossed his forehead, making him look twice his age and his clothes were brand new. HE wore a grey suit, with already shining new shoes.
Layla swallowed. She thought she had gotten rid of her fear of him, but it was still as strong as always, if possible, even stronger.
He stepped forward and whispered those words that she most desperately did not want him to say.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
Layla shivered. She knew that she would now be killed by his hand. She knew this because, in his right hand, he held a small but sharp dagger, pointed to the ground. Layla stepped forward, and as she did so, she could hear Jaks breathing pace increase. Layla turned around to face Jak. His eyes were wide and his face was red. He was staring at HIM, but as soon as Layla turned towards him, he changed his gaze to Layla.
Layla looked at Jak, one last time. His hair looked so soft in the dim sunlight. His hands were clenched into balls of rage. He stared at Layla, his eyes now filling up with uncontrolled tears. Layla knew it was time and spoke to Jak.
“When I die, run for it. If you promise me that, and one more thing I’ll be happy.”
Jak just stared at Layla, speechless. Layla knew what she had to say, and kept going.
“If you promise me that when I die, you can find happiness without me, that would be all I need to know.”
Jak stared at Layla, mortified. Layla knew what he was thinking, and she wouldn’t let anything out of his mouth.
“Goodbye, Jak.”
Layla whispered this, so that Jak could barely hear her shaking voice, and she turned around to HIM. She took a step forward and breathed in great gulps of air. Layla never knew or appreciated that life was so wonderful and precious. She never thought that she would die like this.
Finally, when Layla had enough strength to speak, she looked at HIM in the eye, and whispered, as cruel and fearsome as his whispers, the words that she hadn’t said since her mother’s tragic death, the words that would now signify the end of her life.
“Hello…father.”

© copyrighted by the rightful owner, Kujin-jump. All rights reserved. Any links to other events, people, or pieces is completely coincidental and is in no way connected to this piece. May 22nd, 2009.

THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS (even though it's not my best work........)
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Nice little thriller. Write it later then, not for submission?

(You should at least do a simple spell check first as well).
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Yeah soz lol. Gonna write whole thing tomorrow.
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Sigh...half way there....i don't think i'm gonna make it.
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Would anyone plz read mine??!! I hope i did ok.....................
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~Unlocked~

Haven't read it yet(been busy) but from my general breeze thru, it looks alright....
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Thanks ^_^ Of course it wasn't that gud or it would've won. But i want the opinions of different people so i cn improve. That's the whole point of writing, isn't it? To improve in 1 of the many things u love doing and sharing it wid the world.
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A little too much text bordering on purple prose that takes away from the suspense. Which is a bit of a shame as the scenario was a good one.


http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PurpleProse

Purple Prose is essentially when a writer takes a scene or description that could be written simply, but instead decide to make it "eloquent" by expanding on it. This isn't a bad idea necessarily, but it becomes Purple Prose when they overdo it so much that it can make it borderline unreadable.
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Oooohhh .... ok thn thank u so much ... Hm ... mayb i'll re-do it? Taking ur advice i think it'll b great!
Heh thank u so much i think i'm gonna start the re-doing process now! ^_^
*expect a new Devils Cursed Word soon on another forum*
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And i just read that ... i c wat u mean ...
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Kujin-jump wrote:

Oooohhh .... ok thn thank u so much ... Hm ... mayb i'll re-do it? Taking ur advice i think it'll b great!
Heh thank u so much i think i'm gonna start the re-doing process now! ^_^
*expect a new Devils Cursed Word soon on another forum*


On another forum? What happened to this one? Don't you love us anymore?
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Lexer wrote:


Kujin-jump wrote:

Oooohhh .... ok thn thank u so much ... Hm ... mayb i'll re-do it? Taking ur advice i think it'll b great!
Heh thank u so much i think i'm gonna start the re-doing process now! ^_^
*expect a new Devils Cursed Word soon on another forum*


On another forum? What happened to this one? Don't you love us anymore?


That so not true! I'LL DO IT ON THIS FORUM! I still loves every1!!!

NEVER THINK I DON'T LOVE U ALL!

It's not true at all.
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Kujin-jump wrote:


Lexer wrote:


Kujin-jump wrote:

Oooohhh .... ok thn thank u so much ... Hm ... mayb i'll re-do it? Taking ur advice i think it'll b great!
Heh thank u so much i think i'm gonna start the re-doing process now! ^_^
*expect a new Devils Cursed Word soon on another forum*


On another forum? What happened to this one? Don't you love us anymore?


That so not true! I'LL DO IT ON THIS FORUM! I still loves every1!!!

NEVER THINK I DON'T LOVE U ALL!

It's not true at all.


Take it easy.
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*trips*
Lol
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