Post by sherry on Aug 24, 2012 0:09:52 GMT 1
Tuesday May 15th, 2040: One week ago
Giselli Azevedo picked up her knife off of her kitchen counter and waked out the door. She remembered everything she needed to do. She knew that Emanuela, Scheherazade’s mother, was visiting with family and was staying in the Grand Hotel down the street. She put the knife into her pocket. She had been watching Emanuela for the past nine days and found out her room number. Today was the day; she was going to finally get her revenge on Scheherazade. Scheherazade was always the favorite one; the best in the class and everyone loved her in town. Giselli never got her time to shine because Scheherazade was always in the way. Now Scheherazade would feel the immense pain Giselli had felt for years. She calmly walked into the Hotel and said, “I am here to see Emanuela Ana-Mendes in room 705.” The concierge nodded his head acknowledging Giselli and Giselli smiled in return and made her way to the elevator. She got on the elevator and pressed the cold metal button with the number seven on it. She stood on the elevator and was growing impatient as she waited for the elevator to arrive on the seventh floor. The elevator finally came to the seventh floor and then announced in its mechanical sounding voice, “You have arrived on the seventh floor.” Giselli walked off of the elevator and walked down the hall to room 705. She knocked on the door and the door opened. Emanuela warmly greeted her and they spoke for a while.
“Would you like something to eat or drink Giselli?” Emanuela asked as she walked to the fridge to get something to drink.
“No, but I’d like you to have this!” Giselli whispered to herself and she came up behind Emanuela and repeatedly stabbed her in the back. Emanuela fell to the ground and Giselli caught her a carefully laid her on the floor. There was blood all over her shirt so she went and took a shower and put on one of Emanuela’s shirts. She quickly walked out the door and headed to the elevator. She had put the bloody knife in her pocket. As she went down each level her palms began to sweat and her left eye began to twitch. She couldn’t bug out now or she would get caught. She calmed herself and thought about her plane ride to New York City, which would be the next thing she'd do. She had all of her bags packed and was ready to go.
Giselli called up a cab as she finished clearing everything out of her house. Everything she would need went into either her carry-on or one of her seven suitcases. She grabbed her wallet and withdrew all of her money from the bank. She looked at the check written for one hundred ninety-five thousand dollars and then quickly put it in her wallet as well. Giselli glanced out of the window of her house and saw that her cab had arrived. She packed all seven of her suitcases into the SUV and then put her carry-on in her lap. The cab drove her to the airport and she got out of the car once she arrived. Giselli checked in her bags and went through the security check and made it to her gate just as they were calling the people to board. The plane took off and Giselli sighed with relief as the plane climbed higher into the sky and then she remembered, she forgot to clean off her fingerprints in the hotel where she had touched the counter and Emanuela’s things... and the bloody shirt.
Back at the hotel, the police had already found out Giselli had killed Emanuela and contacted Scheherazade about it. They could not find Giselli so they halted the investigation.
Friday May 18th, 2040: In New York
Giselli walked casually down the street and felt the warm air rush past her cheeks. She was still a little worried about not cleaning up after herself. But it wasn’t like she could go back... she would be found and arrested easily. No one would help hide her from the police because not many people in her hometown were fond of her. She thought to herself, I should have just blown up all if Iguaçu...[/color] She stopped to get a newspaper and she saw Scheherazade and some blue haired man with makeup on, on the front page. The header said “A possible partnership between a suspect for a bank robbery and criminal known as Derange.” Giselli smiled deviously. Now she could get revenge some more on Scheherazade and ruin her partnership with that clown. Giselli was known for being able to seduce men. She may not have long dark hair like Scheherazade, but she maintained her hair pretty well. She was also a lot lighter skinned than Scheherazade, which would make sense, since she was a red head. She needed to find this clown boy... pronto.
Present Day
Scheherazade had gotten the news that her mother was killed... by Giselli Azevedo. She wasn’t surprised. She thought to herself, That ugly whore was jealous of me all along anyways.[/color] Scheherazade had never actually cried before. When the police officers contacted her letting her know about her mother’s death, she held back her tears long enough and when the police officers hung up, she balled. She had never cried like this before, but she couldn’t help it, she loved her mother so much. She was one of the only people she ever cared about. And the more she cried the more she became angry, she needed to find that Giselli wench. She already knew that Giselli had left Iguaçu so the police wouldn’t catch her. That only made things worse for Giselli, because as soon as she found Giselli, she was going to make Giselli feel a pain, worse than she had ever experienced in her entire life. Scheherazade called up Naomi asking her to do whatever she could to get information on where Giselli. She gave Naomi her full name. She knew she could depend on Naomi because... Naomi was known for hacking systems with ease and could easily track airport tickets, hotel check ins and whatever else she needed to, to find Giselli.
Scheherazade did not know she was wanted and that her face was on the front page of the newspaper. Because she had flown back to Jerusalem, she didn’t know what was going on back in New York. All she really knew was that she needed to find Derange so they could become business partners like they had agreed to at the bank. She honestly didn’t care if the police went and found her, cause then she’d kill all of those police officers... and escape like she did last time.
Scheherazade knew that it wouldn’t take Naomi long to find out where that ugly son of a bitch was so she began to pack up her things. She needed to get her explosives and rocket launcher and she wanted to find out what to do when she found Giselli... and Derange because she remembered that she was going to make their next encounter painful, for him. Scheherazade thought of many gruesome things to do to Giselli and Derange and they were all ideas that were put under the category of torture. Scheherazade smiled and went to her father’s abandoned warehouse. She walked through and there were pieces of sharp metal and other debris that covered the floor. Oh my god... dad needs to revamp this place or demolish it... Damn! He can’t just let it sit here and be useless!” Scheherazade felt very sensitive about her mother’s death and made sure that she made it to the funeral down in Iguaçu.
As Scheherazade was walking through the warehouse she saw her mom standing in front of her. Scheherazade blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Was she going crazy? Or was she already crazy? Her mother just stood there and said nothing. Clearly Scheherazade was seeing her mother as a memory. But Scheherazade felt as if it was actually her mother. Was she crazy? Maybe... was she normal? No. Scheherazade’s eyes stung with hot tears and she tried to hold back her tears but a salty tear rolled down her cheek. More tears came but she wiped her face so her face wouldn’t feel wet. She missed her mother and she was going to miss her forever. Scheherazade screamed to release her anger and sadness. The screaming helped a bit, but she was still infuriated. She thought to herself, I guess you don’t really appreciate something till it’s gone...[/color] Scheherazade began crying again. She would never let anyone see her like this, not even her father, not even Naomi. How could she have spoken to her mother one day... and then the next day she is just gone? Just like that? Scheherazade was then overcame with anger and knew she was going to make Giselli cry and scream in pain... not like she did... but worse.
Scheherazade picked up the sharpest pieces of metal she could find. Hopefully she could mold some of the objects into different shaped things. If Scheherazade was going to torture people, she needed tools... Right? Scheherazade walked back to the house and ordered her plane ticket to New York City online and then she began packing clothing. Hopefully Naomi would let her stay in her house. Scheherazade then smiled, her smile was devious and although she was happy it would later send a rather disturbing message to her victims. She laughed a bit and thought of all the 'good' things that were going to happen soon, and then she began to laugh. She saw her mother again and her mother laughed with her. They both laughed together, Scheherazade's laugh became hysterical. She laughed until she was content and all of a sudden, her mother didn't seem so far from her after all. Scheherazade felt as f her mother was only a call a way, or she could reach out and touch her hand and speak to her, just like she had done since she was a little girl.
Giselli Azevedo picked up her knife off of her kitchen counter and waked out the door. She remembered everything she needed to do. She knew that Emanuela, Scheherazade’s mother, was visiting with family and was staying in the Grand Hotel down the street. She put the knife into her pocket. She had been watching Emanuela for the past nine days and found out her room number. Today was the day; she was going to finally get her revenge on Scheherazade. Scheherazade was always the favorite one; the best in the class and everyone loved her in town. Giselli never got her time to shine because Scheherazade was always in the way. Now Scheherazade would feel the immense pain Giselli had felt for years. She calmly walked into the Hotel and said, “I am here to see Emanuela Ana-Mendes in room 705.” The concierge nodded his head acknowledging Giselli and Giselli smiled in return and made her way to the elevator. She got on the elevator and pressed the cold metal button with the number seven on it. She stood on the elevator and was growing impatient as she waited for the elevator to arrive on the seventh floor. The elevator finally came to the seventh floor and then announced in its mechanical sounding voice, “You have arrived on the seventh floor.” Giselli walked off of the elevator and walked down the hall to room 705. She knocked on the door and the door opened. Emanuela warmly greeted her and they spoke for a while.
“Would you like something to eat or drink Giselli?” Emanuela asked as she walked to the fridge to get something to drink.
“No, but I’d like you to have this!” Giselli whispered to herself and she came up behind Emanuela and repeatedly stabbed her in the back. Emanuela fell to the ground and Giselli caught her a carefully laid her on the floor. There was blood all over her shirt so she went and took a shower and put on one of Emanuela’s shirts. She quickly walked out the door and headed to the elevator. She had put the bloody knife in her pocket. As she went down each level her palms began to sweat and her left eye began to twitch. She couldn’t bug out now or she would get caught. She calmed herself and thought about her plane ride to New York City, which would be the next thing she'd do. She had all of her bags packed and was ready to go.
Giselli called up a cab as she finished clearing everything out of her house. Everything she would need went into either her carry-on or one of her seven suitcases. She grabbed her wallet and withdrew all of her money from the bank. She looked at the check written for one hundred ninety-five thousand dollars and then quickly put it in her wallet as well. Giselli glanced out of the window of her house and saw that her cab had arrived. She packed all seven of her suitcases into the SUV and then put her carry-on in her lap. The cab drove her to the airport and she got out of the car once she arrived. Giselli checked in her bags and went through the security check and made it to her gate just as they were calling the people to board. The plane took off and Giselli sighed with relief as the plane climbed higher into the sky and then she remembered, she forgot to clean off her fingerprints in the hotel where she had touched the counter and Emanuela’s things... and the bloody shirt.
Back at the hotel, the police had already found out Giselli had killed Emanuela and contacted Scheherazade about it. They could not find Giselli so they halted the investigation.
Friday May 18th, 2040: In New York
Giselli walked casually down the street and felt the warm air rush past her cheeks. She was still a little worried about not cleaning up after herself. But it wasn’t like she could go back... she would be found and arrested easily. No one would help hide her from the police because not many people in her hometown were fond of her. She thought to herself, I should have just blown up all if Iguaçu...[/color] She stopped to get a newspaper and she saw Scheherazade and some blue haired man with makeup on, on the front page. The header said “A possible partnership between a suspect for a bank robbery and criminal known as Derange.” Giselli smiled deviously. Now she could get revenge some more on Scheherazade and ruin her partnership with that clown. Giselli was known for being able to seduce men. She may not have long dark hair like Scheherazade, but she maintained her hair pretty well. She was also a lot lighter skinned than Scheherazade, which would make sense, since she was a red head. She needed to find this clown boy... pronto.
Present Day
Scheherazade had gotten the news that her mother was killed... by Giselli Azevedo. She wasn’t surprised. She thought to herself, That ugly whore was jealous of me all along anyways.[/color] Scheherazade had never actually cried before. When the police officers contacted her letting her know about her mother’s death, she held back her tears long enough and when the police officers hung up, she balled. She had never cried like this before, but she couldn’t help it, she loved her mother so much. She was one of the only people she ever cared about. And the more she cried the more she became angry, she needed to find that Giselli wench. She already knew that Giselli had left Iguaçu so the police wouldn’t catch her. That only made things worse for Giselli, because as soon as she found Giselli, she was going to make Giselli feel a pain, worse than she had ever experienced in her entire life. Scheherazade called up Naomi asking her to do whatever she could to get information on where Giselli. She gave Naomi her full name. She knew she could depend on Naomi because... Naomi was known for hacking systems with ease and could easily track airport tickets, hotel check ins and whatever else she needed to, to find Giselli.
Scheherazade did not know she was wanted and that her face was on the front page of the newspaper. Because she had flown back to Jerusalem, she didn’t know what was going on back in New York. All she really knew was that she needed to find Derange so they could become business partners like they had agreed to at the bank. She honestly didn’t care if the police went and found her, cause then she’d kill all of those police officers... and escape like she did last time.
Scheherazade knew that it wouldn’t take Naomi long to find out where that ugly son of a bitch was so she began to pack up her things. She needed to get her explosives and rocket launcher and she wanted to find out what to do when she found Giselli... and Derange because she remembered that she was going to make their next encounter painful, for him. Scheherazade thought of many gruesome things to do to Giselli and Derange and they were all ideas that were put under the category of torture. Scheherazade smiled and went to her father’s abandoned warehouse. She walked through and there were pieces of sharp metal and other debris that covered the floor. Oh my god... dad needs to revamp this place or demolish it... Damn! He can’t just let it sit here and be useless!” Scheherazade felt very sensitive about her mother’s death and made sure that she made it to the funeral down in Iguaçu.
As Scheherazade was walking through the warehouse she saw her mom standing in front of her. Scheherazade blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Was she going crazy? Or was she already crazy? Her mother just stood there and said nothing. Clearly Scheherazade was seeing her mother as a memory. But Scheherazade felt as if it was actually her mother. Was she crazy? Maybe... was she normal? No. Scheherazade’s eyes stung with hot tears and she tried to hold back her tears but a salty tear rolled down her cheek. More tears came but she wiped her face so her face wouldn’t feel wet. She missed her mother and she was going to miss her forever. Scheherazade screamed to release her anger and sadness. The screaming helped a bit, but she was still infuriated. She thought to herself, I guess you don’t really appreciate something till it’s gone...[/color] Scheherazade began crying again. She would never let anyone see her like this, not even her father, not even Naomi. How could she have spoken to her mother one day... and then the next day she is just gone? Just like that? Scheherazade was then overcame with anger and knew she was going to make Giselli cry and scream in pain... not like she did... but worse.
Scheherazade picked up the sharpest pieces of metal she could find. Hopefully she could mold some of the objects into different shaped things. If Scheherazade was going to torture people, she needed tools... Right? Scheherazade walked back to the house and ordered her plane ticket to New York City online and then she began packing clothing. Hopefully Naomi would let her stay in her house. Scheherazade then smiled, her smile was devious and although she was happy it would later send a rather disturbing message to her victims. She laughed a bit and thought of all the 'good' things that were going to happen soon, and then she began to laugh. She saw her mother again and her mother laughed with her. They both laughed together, Scheherazade's laugh became hysterical. She laughed until she was content and all of a sudden, her mother didn't seem so far from her after all. Scheherazade felt as f her mother was only a call a way, or she could reach out and touch her hand and speak to her, just like she had done since she was a little girl.