This page conserves the character fiction forum of the Agora forums. The posts have been left unformatted to make it easier for users to copy them here and paste them into the new forums.
|Oren Itano||oren||12/10/08 18:25||View|
|The backstory of Vulpes.||Vulpes||12/11/08 01:46||View|
|Erica Kessel||Erica Kessel||12/11/08 07:52||View|
|Missy's Story.. a Do-over and another Chapter||Missy||12/11/08 22:38||View|
|Kwekwe's Backstory||Kwekwe Karu||12/12/08 01:02||View|
|Eternal Sunset||Missy||12/13/08 12:19||View|
|Kit Ristow||12/14/08 00:01||View|
|Missy's Story Continued..Part 3||Missy||12/16/08 08:43||View|
|Missy's Story Part 4: Innocence Shattered||Missy||12/16/08 18:34||View|
|Missy's Story Part 5: Innocence Annihilated||Missy||12/18/08 17:16||View|
|Small Dangers||Vox||12/18/08 21:36||View|
|Saint of The Abyss: Part 1||Luciferiel||12/19/08 05:21||View|
|Zero....-1||Justa Zero||12/19/08 17:38||View|
|Zero....1||Justa Zero||12/19/08 18:26||View|
|Óðr’s Daughter. Chapter I: A Guiding Dream||Asil Karu||12/20/08 02:39||View|
|Omega To Alpha||erinnic||12/23/08 16:49||View|
|Her Bloody Tears [-Past Event-]||Methias||12/23/08 18:09||View|
|Lost Kitsune - A Shattered Mind||Kiera||12/25/08 18:51||View|
|Usr's story Part IV||UsrBinPerl||12/27/08 20:34||View|
|The Essex||Heir Maelstrom||12/29/08 04:23||View|
|Kwekwe's shame||Kwekwe Karu||12/30/08 18:11||View|
|Joint Round Robin Fic Anyone...?||erinnic||12/30/08 19:07||View|
|God Was On Her Lips As She Died||erinnic||01/02/09 23:31||View|
|Love and Betrayal - A New Beginning||kessjuliesse||01/03/09 13:46||View|
|The Diary of Cody Woodhen||codywoodhen||01/05/09 21:35||View|
|Missy's Story Part 6: Innocence Abducted||Missy||01/07/09 06:23||View|
|Cursed Blade||Yannis_Martynov||01/08/09 21:27||View|
|Story Thread: Community Round Robin Fic||erinnic||01/09/09 23:25||View|
|The demon within||Canly Fargis||01/11/09 16:14||View|
|Ziau- CoLA's Very Own Casanova||Ziau||01/13/09 02:09||View|
|Twisted Attentions||erinnic||01/21/09 20:34||View|
|Inspiration- music and roleplay||Ziau||01/26/09 08:01||View|
|Compilation! Where were you when it all happened?||Ziau||01/28/09 09:12||View|
|The Clock Struck Midnight||Malice Ashdene||01/28/09 22:31||View|
|With Precision- a poem by Kelly Welch A.k.A Ziau Jua.||Ziau||01/29/09 04:36||View|
|Alisa's dicovery of a new world (character sheet + story)||Alisa Draconia||01/30/09 19:17||View|
|The Shadow Stepper- Ziau the Enshadowed.||Ziau||02/01/09 07:26||View|
|Krista Lemon arrives to the streets of Lost Angels||Krista||02/03/09 00:09||View|
|Back Story Upto the Excile of Rune.||RuneCrimson||02/03/09 21:59||View|
|War with the Brood, war with the Coven, and the Pack.||Ziau||02/07/09 04:11||View|
|-- Halcyon's Backstory --||Halcyon Nacht||02/08/09 00:22||View|
|Planer/Exonar family (aka, Erinyse, Khalan, Viridian, Cummere, Selena)||Cummere Mayo||02/08/09 03:53||View|
|Kit's Backstory||Kit Ristow||02/10/09 18:40||View|
|Eyes in the Dark||Keyla||02/11/09 09:47||View|
|Surfacing Part I||Llyr||02/13/09 22:21||View|
|Surfacing Part II||Llyr||02/13/09 22:35||View|
|Tama-Chan: A Cat's Story (Tamara's background)||Tamara||02/17/09 07:35||View|
|Project: A map of Post Apocalypse North America||Tamara||02/17/09 19:21||View|
|Dreamtime Revelations||Winter||02/19/09 18:08||View|
|Reaver-the echo of the Blackwind||AntiZero||02/23/09 00:43||View|
|On the Origin of Species||Tamara||02/25/09 22:38||View|
|Confession||Kit Ristow||02/26/09 01:39||View|
|Personnel File: Pointe, Zsuzsanna C. (Inactive, Deceased)||Su Pointe||02/26/09 03:32||View|
|Malice, in a Different Kind of Wonderland||Malice Ashdene||02/27/09 18:07||View|
|The Dark of Inspiration||Kit Ristow||03/01/09 21:42||View|
|Jheric: Crucified||Kayle Ashdene||03/03/09 10:53||View|
|It's my life||arsene_Braveheart||03/05/09 18:18||View|
|The Tradgedy of the Hybrid||Digital Enigma||03/29/09 07:09||View|
|The Sin of Wrath||molly switchblade||04/02/09 21:28||View|
|Golden Boy||Ephran Ehrler||04/15/09 06:12||View|
|Story About A Girl||Aesendria||04/24/09 15:34||View|
|Climaxe by Smith and Wesson||Sloan||04/28/09 06:19||View|
|My new project ATTENTION Russian Characters!||Ziau||05/01/09 06:42||View|
|**NSFW** A Typical Tuesday Night for Missy||Missy||05/06/09 20:48||View|
|Post your profile links!||Cortero Landar||05/07/09 10:25||View|
|Making Logan Suffer||Aesendria||05/12/09 07:09||View|
|Jeanne Varun||Jeanne Varun||05/14/09 08:24||View|
|The Vanguard's True Purpose||Logan||05/16/09 01:03||View|
|Cortero's Infernal Armor||Cortero Landar||05/16/09 06:52||View|
|Bookstore Surprise||Aesendria||05/16/09 23:16||View|
|Post your profile links if you have in-story info in them!||Cortero Landar||05/18/09 10:33||View|
|Cyber Evolution Bios, Anur Seda, Cyber Reaper, and Commander of CE||Theassassin||06/08/09 11:28||View|
|Was any of it real?||Youko_Giha||06/12/09 15:28||View|
|A shift in priorities||Logan||06/17/09 04:21||View|
|Going home||Ludvig||06/17/09 19:10||View|
|'Ren in Japan||oren||06/18/09 23:11||View|
|Thelma across the board||ThelemaJuliesse||06/26/09 15:09||View|
|Pre-fiction: How Kayteear got here.||Kayteear||07/15/09 16:43||View|
|Story Time||Charissa||07/17/09 19:03||View|
|Pack Airship RP.||Tai||07/27/09 02:49||View|
|My Character||Lilith13||08/05/09 22:34||View|
|The Haunter in the Dark||Shadow||08/14/09 21:50||View|
|The Flying Heads||Kwekwe Karu||08/16/09 16:52||View|
|Why selling coffins is impossible in CoLA||Ziau||08/23/09 04:14||View|
|Paint it red!||Ziau||08/23/09 07:51||View|
|Young Cowards.||Ziau||08/23/09 08:28||View|
|Great video for RPers and people passionate about writing.||Ziau||09/05/09 08:55||View|
|Dux - 264 BC||Dux||09/10/09 18:41||View|
|The Thing at South Gate Sanitarium||Shadow||09/15/09 22:09||View|
|♪♫ Do you wanna RP my avatar ♪♫||Kayteear||09/17/09 14:45||View|
|Jessica's Mother||Jessica Susser||09/21/09 04:19||View|
|Ziau Challenged me to. NSFW||ChasityDawes||09/21/09 07:17||View|
|The Divine Machine.................||Theassassin||09/21/09 22:29||View|
|I Bleed my Blood for Myself.||Ziau||09/22/09 22:28||View|
|Cronicle of a death||Kayteear||09/24/09 01:34||View|
|"Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself"||DavidJoshua Artful||09/26/09 17:07||View|
|Old Versus New||Digital Enigma||09/27/09 20:28||View|
|The Shadowed Order, The Eternal Order, Ordo Machina||Theassassin||10/06/09 06:55||View|
|Elamyrath's History||Elamyrath||10/10/09 00:52||View|
|The here, the now, the dead. The Minus.||TheMinus Ziskey||10/10/09 12:41||View|
|Before bed ritual.||Amy Guisse||10/17/09 04:13||View|
|IS this High School again?||Theassassin||10/24/09 12:49||View|
|Sidhe vs Drow||Orlok Lectar||10/29/09 04:08||View|
|Daddy blues||arsene_Braveheart||11/17/09 19:01||View|
|Chronicles of SIE||agentlyseria||11/22/09 12:27||View|
|The Lady In Black(A Drokan Exile Twisted Love Story)||AntiZero||11/29/09 06:36||View|
|The growing Darkness.||Leirain Koray||12/01/09 11:04||View|
|The lycan||Kayteear||12/01/09 16:00||View|
|City of Lost Jackman: The Untold Hollywood Blockbuster||AntiZero||12/02/09 07:11||View|
|Coming home for christmas ..||Kes||12/10/09 22:17||View|
|Bunneh Vs. Lich, DBZ style||Karsha Yutani||12/14/09 11:59||View|
|A Farewell||Roland||12/16/09 20:50||View|
|Of Death and Rebirth||Digital Enigma||12/21/09 20:14||View|
|The Story of Reoco||Reoko Farspire||02/06/10 20:47||View|
|Homecoming......... The Story of Orpheus Darkfold||OrpheusDarkfold||03/11/10 02:27||View|
|The Story of Orpheus Part 2||OrpheusDarkfold||03/13/10 23:15||View|
|Who owns who?||Kayteear||03/22/10 22:03||View|
|Missing the Ocean||ricercar||03/23/10 22:27||View|
|Letter to the editor: Manners in LA||Tink||03/25/10 16:58||View|
|Chasity Backstory||ChasityDawes||06/14/10 19:43||View|
|Something Black and Violent...||DavidJoshua Artful||06/19/10 22:23||View|
|Doctor Visit||erinnic||07/12/10 04:26||View|
|Gabby Perdide||vacantghost||07/19/10 04:42||View|
|Missy||Note: This is only part one.. I intend to add more chapters as I write them. I hope you enjoy them as much as I've enjoyed writing them. Any feedback/constructive comments more than welcome!|
Part One: Young Innocent
Seven years previously…
Gentle sunbeams paint a dappled rippling picture across a handmade patched quilt, under which slumbers a young girl. Soft curling strands of fiery hair rest against alabaster cheeks, the upper curves of those cheekbones still plump with the remnants of baby fat. She stirs lightly beneath the blanket, long coltish limbs peeking out from under the edge of the sun covered blanket. The hush and peace of the room is absolute, the world seeming almost to hold its breath…time stands still.
“Missy!” a voice calls out, shattering the tranquil spell. “Get up! The healers will be waiting for you at the hospital.”
Missy grumbles and buries her face further into the soft comfort of her pillow, her eyelids heavy, sooty eyelashes resting against her cheeks, casting a faint shadow. She feels herself slowly start to drift asleep again, skimming the surface of consciousness like a water beetle skims across a still pond.
“MISSY!” the voice cries out again, more insistent, the call punctuated by three hard knocks on her door. “Get UP!”
Missy’s eyes fly open and she bolts upright in bed now, her heart pounding at the abrupt disruption of the calm and quiet. “I’m up I’m up” she mutters and she swings her long legs over the edge of the bed, her hair tousled and tumbled around her shoulders. She rubs the heels of both hands in her eyes and yawning, pushes her way out of the warm nest of her bed. She stumbles around the room, absently dressing, pulling on clothing she hardly pays attention to. She washes her face and drags a brush through the tangled forest of her hair, electing to bundle it back out of her face in a simple ponytail, the ends of which reach the curve of her lower back. She drags the blankets on her bed into a rough semblance of order before tottering out of the room.
“Morning Mom” she mumbles as she kisses her mother hello.
An attractive woman in her mid-thirties turns at Missy’s kiss and a smile lights her beautiful features, features which are mirrored in Missy’s own face, a foreshadow of what Missy will look like in another dozen years or so. “Good morning love. Sit. Have some breakfast before you go.”
“Nahhh.. I don’t have time Mom. I’ll just take an apple and eat it on my way” and Missy leans over the table in the center of the room, scooping up a shiny red apple from the bowl on the table. “I’m gonna be late as it is” she murmurs. “See you later Mom.. love you” and Missy dashes out the door, having no idea this will be the last time she speaks to her mother or sees any member of her family ever again.
Missy’s mother watches the half-woman-half-child run out the door, a smile creasing her face, shaking her own sunset colored head as the leggy girl bangs her way out of the house and flies across the porch, her hair flaring out behind her like a bright red flame, the sun catching the strands and seeming to light them afire.
Missy slows her pace as she crests the first hill, slowing to a brisk walk. She rubs the apple on the surface of her shirt, buffing it to a high shine before she sinks pearly white teeth into the red skin of the fruit. Juices run down her chin and she swipes at them with her fingers, rubbing them off on the seat of her jeans as she hurries to bridge the 2 miles to the hospital. Finally spotting the gleaming white building just over the next ridge, Missy tosses the core of her apple to one side as she bangs open the door to building, glancing guiltily at the clock mounted above the reception desk.
A stern looking woman peers over the upper ridge of her glasses as Missy thunders inside. “You’re late” she says tersely, the words unnecessary as Missy’s guilt is stamped plainly across her face. “Again” she adds, also unnecessarily.
Missy merely swallows and nods her head “Yes Marge. I am. Sorry. Over slept” and Missy’s cheeks are stained with a rosy flush, partly from the exercise and partly from her chagrin.
“Well. They’re waiting for you.” Marge says her tone frosty. “I’d not keep them any longer if I were you.” Disapproval rings clearly in Marge’s voice and Missy has no doubt that if Marge were in charge of the hiring and dismissal of staff and interns such as herself, Missy would soon find herself with lots of time to sleep in at home.
Missy nods again and blots her damp palms on the thighs of her jeans. “Right. Thanks” and she pushes her way into the back corridor, heading down a long sterile hallway, the walls painted a soft cool blue, her footfalls echoing softly as she scuffs her way across the white tile floors.
Pushing open the double-swinging doors of the wardroom, Missy hustles inside, a warm grin lighting her face as she spots her mentor Alex, whom she also has a teeny tiny crush on. “Hey Alex!” she chirps, pleased as ever to see his handsome face. Missy crosses through the ward, her smile passing over the few patients who lie on the beds. Alex looks up from a chart he is examining, blonde curls falling over cerulean blue eyes, eyes he fixes on Missy in a mock stern glare. “You.. young Missy..” he lectures while arching a brow “are right on time. You are just in time to accompany me on my rounds. Come on. There was an interesting case brought in last night” and he tilts his head to the back of the room, where a smaller corridor leads to private containment unit rooms, usually reserved for quarantine purposes in the case of disease or infectious contagion.
Curious, Missy follows close on Alex’s heels, her eyes lingering over his broad shoulders momentarily as he precedes her into a small sterile 10 x 10 room. On the bed in the center of the room lies a body, but a body unlike any Missy has ever seen before. Her emerald eyes widen in her face and her mouth drops open as she looks at Alex in disbelief. “What… IS… that?” she asks, flushing at how rude the question sounds, but unable to prevent herself from asking it anyway. Alex glances at Missy with an amused look on his face. “Do you really need me to answer that question?” he asks wryly. “Surely you have some idea?”
Missy flushes a deeper shade of red as she silently acknowledges that the question was indeed foolish. “It’s a lycan” she murmurs “Male judging by the musculature and facial features. I’ve just never actually seen one… not in these parts anyway. There have always been stories, but… no one I’ve known has ever seen one before, certainly not up close like this.” Missy walks closer, curiosity winning out over any sense of trepidation. She approaches the half-transformed figure, running a small hand over the head, fingers brushing the ears at the top, amazed at the silky texture beneath her fingertips. She watches the chest rise and fall, the rib cage seeming wider than normal as compared to a human male. “What’s wrong with him?” she murmurs quietly, lifting her eyes from the male on the bed to once more look at Alex.
Alex rocks back on his heels, arms crossed, one hand cupping his chin thoughtfully. He looks piercingly at Missy. “It’s your job to find out” he tells her calmly. “All we know at this point was that he was found near the river… half in it actually. There don’t appear to be any massive injuries on his body and yet… he won’t wake.” His shoulders shrug casually and he leans against the doorframe. “So my young intern, it is now your job to diagnose the problem and suggest a course of action.” His eyebrow quirks upward again as he regards the look on Missy’s face with a fair degree of amusement. “Unless of course, you aren’t up to the challenge, that is?”
Missy’s chin tips up and her eyes flare at the implied slight. “Of course I’m up to it” she says defiantly, her mouth thinning into a line of determination. Alex’s lips twist as he suppresses a smile “Good” he says briskly. “Get started… you know where the lab is and you have free rein to run whatever tests you like. As you can see, we’ve restrained him, so even if he wakes, you should be safe. Give me a call if he does though, hmm?” and without waiting for a response, Alex pulls open the door and leaves Missy alone with her assigned patient.
Missy watches Alex leave the room before turning around to face her charge. She tilts her head to one side, noting he looks to be about the same age as her physically. She starts with the basics, noting and recording his vital signs and preparing to draw some blood, eager to examine the sample under the microscope. She gloves up and brings a blood drawing kit to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she ties a piece of flexible rubber tubing around the upper part of his arm and pulls it tight, watching the veins beneath the surface of his skin plump up. She swabs the vein with an alcohol wipe and thumbs off the safety cap at the end of the syringe. Just as she leans over, prepared to slide the tip of the needle under the skin, screams and loud bangs ring throughout the building.
The building seems to shift and tremble under Missy’s feet and she glances up sharply, looking toward the door. She rises from the bed and just as she’s about to go to the door, the young man on the bed grabs her forearm firmly in a strong vice-like grip, his strength obvious even in his weakened state. Missy gasps and tries to tug her arm away, to no avail. Her eyes dart to his face and she recoils at the venom she sees in the depths of his eyes, eyes ringed in red, the irises a murky violet colour, pupils as black as night.
“Free me or die” he growls at her, his lips parting to reveal toothy canine fangs at the front of his mouth. Missy struggles still, trying to pull her arm out of his hand, but he merely tightens his grip and he gives a sharp tug, the motion of his arm limited somewhat by the straps that tie him to the bed, but he’s still able to yank Missy forward enough so that she overbalances and sprawls across his chest, her face close to his. He growls loudly again and his breath, tainted with the soft sourness of someone who is ill, washes over her. “Free me or die” he repeats once more and Missy has no doubt her life now hangs suspended on a gossamer thread. She nods her head, her tongue washing over dry lips, chest heaving as her breath traps itself in her chest, her heart beating rapidly against the confines of her rib cage. She starts to fumble with the arm restraints, her fingers made clumsy by fear. As soon as she frees one hand, the lycan lets her go and he sits up with a groan and yanks the rest of the restrains off. He yanks off the piece of rubber tubing Missy had secured around his upper arm. He swings his feet over the end of the bed before pressing his half-dressed body off the bed, his lower half only encased in a pair of jeans. He gestures with his head toward the door “Ladies first” he mocks. “Let’s go out the back way shall we?” he snarls.
Missy gulps and nods her head, strands of her hair plastered to a forehead damp with perspiration. “No tricks” he warns, his hand reaching out to grab the thick ponytail that hangs down her back. “One false move… one scream… and this lovely throat” he brings up a clawed finger to trace a line down the center of her exposed neck “will nevermore utter even one more sound.” His teeth snap near her ear in warning. Missy starts and a small yelp escapes her in her fear. The lycan growls warningly again and his hand tightens its grip on her hair, giving it a sharp tug. “Shut up” he growls. Missy whimpers and nods her head, pressing her lips together to prevent the cries that well up within from bursting forth.
He shoves her toward the door, never letting her hair out of his grip. Missy’s feet trip over themselves as she pushes through the door of the small quarantine room, the sounds of struggle and screams elsewhere in the building reaching her ears more clearly. She pants, confused, unsure what is happening and how her situation factors in. She leads the man to the back of the hospital and she points to a little used back entrance “There!” she huffs “that’s the way out… just follow the river to the woods.” She stands stock still in his grip, trembling violently from head to foot. “Let’s get going then” he growls and he tugs her forward by her hair, thrusting open the door and shoving her out in front of him. “Lead on… don’t look back and don’t be stupid enough to try to make a run for it.” His lips peel back and he gives her a grin that can only be described as wolfish, his fangs plainly visible. Missy shudders, turns to face the river and walks quickly ahead.
(More to come soon :P)
|oren||/me bows before the literary skills of Missy "This, dear Missy, is absolutely amazing."|
Your descriptions are wonderful, you paint a clear picture in my mind. You set up a wonderful sense of anticipation, I really can't wait for you to post more. This is one of the finest pieces I have seen on the CoLA forums.
|Missy||Oh my Oren.. you humble me with your praise. Sincerely. Thank you very much... CoLA and it's characters inspire me. Thank you all.||12/11/08 01:04|
|erinnic||i really can't wait to read more! please get writing ;) :)||12/11/08 06:58|
|Missy||Grrrr... try to edit a post and the darn bug in the forum eats the subject line.. sheeetttt... Sorreh everybody. My OCDness made it harder to access this now. I'll proofread the next installment even more closely.. I swear.. No edits next time.||12/11/08 17:18|