“You should go into hiding, Janice... because you are about to become a character in my own book. PS: It's Horror with a slice of sex" Those were the words he said to her, and soon she became a slave in her own house to a fictional character she never thought would become alive and hunt her for a book she wrote.
View MoreI breathed heavily as I shifted my chair backwards, I stared at the screen of my laptop with satisfaction. I'm a writer and yet again I just completed another exciting book of mine, and yes I feel really proud.
Now all that's left for me to do, is to visit the publishing house and make this book known to the world. But first I would have to visit the cyber cafe.
Well, I better get to it... I definitely would love to treat myself to a fancy dinner after I get everything done. This is just something I do, after completing a book.
I saved my files, put off my laptop and then tuck it away safely into my laptop bag. I hung the bag on my shoulder, put on my headphone and left the room and also exit the house.
I got on my bicycle and rode away, I do have a car but I also enjoy riding a bicycle. I just love the energy that comes with it. You see, driving a bicycle do require a little bit of strength and agility and that gives me the required adrenaline that I need.
The cyber cafe wasn't that far from my house and so in twenty minutes I already got there, I got my work done and in no time I was already heading for the publishing house.
Now this is where it all start, my weird unrealistic story starts here. While listening to the music playing through my headphone, and definitely singing to it and minding my business.... I came across a burial function. My eyes caught a glimpse of the supposed dead lady in the picture frame and there was something about her, that felt so familiar... really familiar.
I shrugged the sudden feeling I was having and continued my ride to the publishing house. Although I did shrug the feeling off, but that feeling was still strongly hanging around me... but I just ignored it.
Once I was done in the publishing house, I followed that very path where the burial was taken place. Unwillingly I parked my bicycle and got down from it.
Involuntarily I was standing right in front of the casket, my eyes taking in every detail of her face. She looked really familiar, her blue long hair, flat nose, plum lips, round face with a little touch of freckles.
My eyes got bigger in size as realization hit me, this lady right here has the same description of my character. My eyes scribbled down to her name in haste, ANNA STEVE, that's my character name.... That's my character name!!.
Anna Steve lost her parents at a very young age, went through the most tragic life anyone could ever have, worked as a bartender and then... as a stripper. This is the very same exact life character Anna Steve had before I killed her last week. I think I should add that I killed her in my imaginary world of writing.
But I'm probably over thinking things, right? There's no way that whoever is in this casket is my fictional character right?
"I can't believe she's dead, it's real shocking you know." A red hair who is a complete stranger mutters standing next to me, In front of the casket.
"Yeah it's sad indeed." I replied nodding my head, pretending to at least know the deceased. If my weird thoughts are correct then I really do know her.
The red hair breathes out heavily, "Her life was the most saddest, and it's just too sad that she couldn't have her happy ending before she died."
I turned to stare at the red hair with uttermost curiosity, the word *saddest* kept on ringing in my head repeatedly. "What do you mean saddest?"
"Well her parents died while she was still very young, she lived in an orphanage, got adopted by a lot of couples and finally she ran away when she couldn't take it anymore. Then she worked in bars, worked as a stripper in clubs. Should I add that she got raped 5 times by most of her clients in the clubs she worked in, and at the end of it all she never got her happy ending..... instead a death she doesn't deserve. She was involved in a car accident."
By the time the red hair was done talking, my hands were already shaking, my body was in complete black out. My character Anna Steve, had the same life as what the red hair just said, it was like hearing someone else narrate my book that hasn't even being publish yet.
"When... when.... When did... did she die." My voice came out trembling, the words having a hard time coming out.
"Last week." The red hair answered simply.
This has got to be a joke right? Last week? I killed my character last week, Anna Steve died last week! No, this is a dream.. my character isn't really alive, right? It has to be a dream!
With disbelief embedded in my eyes, I ran out of the burial function... got on my bicycle and rode away.
Author's POV:Janice looks of horror suddenly morphs into a sinister smile, then a roaring laughter to the evil one's greatest surprise. "Why are you laughing? What's funny?" The evil one growls. He wasn't the only one confused by Janice laughters, Daniel and Ethan could not understand the change of scenery."I'm hurt. I am deeply hurt that you think so small of me. I am your AUTHOR! I made YOU! And to think... to think.. to think you see me in such a frail way breaks my heart." Janice mutters with sad eyes walking around the bonfire in slow steps, the fire from the bonfire glints in her eyes. The evil one tried comprehending all what Janice said, but his confusion only deepened. He went over the past few weeks and he couldn't seem to find the loophole Janice is holding onto. "Did you think I wouldn't be of the knowledge, that burning the book wouldn't bring an end to your existence." Janice smirks, Vivian chuckles. "I don't understand." The evil one takes a step back. "I am say
VIVIAN POV: "Wow, your place is magnificent. I never really expected you would live in such a fine abode as this." I voiced out in awe staring fixedly at the mansion standing deep rooted on the earth, in front of me. It looks so magnificent, like it just popped out of a fairytale."I lived all my life selling hotdog and creating the perfect romance scene for main characters, I might as well start living as one." He shrugged a wide grin plastered across his face. (Actually I imagined a wide grin would be plastered across his face. It's really hard talking to a faceless person so it would be better I make up a face in my head)He is indeed living the life of a main character. The huge fountain situated at the middle of the very enlarged compound, the dozen of cars parked in the very stretched out garage, the big black electric gate and finally the fairytale mansion. All this are a sign of a very wealthy main character. Did he draw all this??"Well... I might as well help you in enjoy
"I'm glad you are back to your original self. How are you feeling?" Daniel asked his eyes filled with so much concern. "It feels weird knowing that some hours ago, I was faceless and couldn't even remember my last name. It all feels so scary and weird." I shuddered remembering my faceless self. My master and Daniel has been hovering around me since I recalled my memories and gained my face back, unlike Vivian who remained quiet and deep in thoughts. It was unlike her.I stared at her curiously for some reason I preferred her bitchy and chatty self more. "So what do we do now?" Daniel asked sitting up straight."How do we defeat someone we can't get a hold of?" He added."I don't think there's anything we can do. He has the pen and also the book. How could we possibly beat him." Sir Ethan sighed defeated. I feel so trapped and confused."I have a confession." Vivian suddenly speaks up. We all turned our focus on her."And.. what's that?" Daniel asked raising his eyebrows suspicious
ETHAN'S POV:"So what are we going to do about Janice?" Daniel asked rubbing his face tiredly. We had to lock Janice up in her room, cause for some reason she's been trying to run out of the house... and we can't have a faceless person scaring the shit out of humans.We tied both her hands and legs, then inject her with a sleeping drugs. We would have shoved a clothe in her mouth, if we knew were it was or if we actually could. Hmm, I hate doing such to Janice, but I guess this is for the best."I am out of ideas." I sighed, plopping down on the sofa tiredly."I never knew he would be able to do such to Janice, since she's the author of the story... I guess is possible since he used the magic pen to make her a character in a book she wrote herself. Damn, this is too bad." Daniel said sadly.
"You.... You... you're the one with the pen." I said after finding my voice."And that my sweet Janice is correct." He grinned, going to sit down on my couch like he is the sole owner of my house. Ugh, first it was Ethan that walks into my house like he owns it, and now... this guy with the pen also."So.... I believe you are looking for this." He waves the book."Yes, that is my book." I snarled angrily at him."Ohh I know that, and I also know that.... You need this book to get rid of me. And so henceforth, this book will now be in my possession. You can't get rid of me Janice." He gazed into my eyes, with so much hatred. The worst part of all this, is that I can't even remember him as any of my fictional characters. He doesn't have the same description as any of my characters. Who the heck is he."Who are you?" My
"So what are we going to do now?" Vivian asked throwing her hands up in the air. The four of us are currently back in the hotel, in me and master's suite."We can start by reading the book, the old woman gave to us." Daniel suggested shrugging his shoulders lightly. I brought out the shiny book from my hand bag, then started reading.It only took me about a minute to go through the book, then took me about a minute to find the page that talks about the pen. Apparently the book isn't just about the pen only but about many other magical artifacts."Wow, this is a lot to take in." I breath out, throwing the book back on the center table."Okay.... Care to enlighten us." Master Ethan said, sitting up on the bed fully concentrated on me, clearly interested in whatever knowledge I have derived from the book about the pen."Well, accordin
"What do you mean *He who holds the pen is evil* Do you know who has the pen? Do you know where he/she is?." I asked the old lady, in hope of an answer.., that would help this quest of mine."These are answers you have to find yourself. Now please leave, I have to attend to a customer." She pointed at the door showing us the way out... her face showing how impatient she is to get us out of her antique shop. I was about to say *You don't have a single customer in here* When indeed a young girl walked into the shop. That's weird, my life is weird!"Can you at least tell us anything about the pen? maybe the pen history?" Daniel asked, pleading with his eyes.The Old granny sighs... takes an old book from on top her counter, forced it into the hands of Daniel... "Anything you want to know about the pen is in that book. Now, please leave."We all looked at
Vivian POV:"I will sleep on the couch, you can take the bed." Daniel suggested, as an overly gentle man that he is."I don't see how the arrangement would be for me to sleep on the couch. But anyway thanks." I rolled my eyes, my words dripping with sarcasm."Or the arrangement could be both of us sharing the bed." He replied pointedly.I laughed, "What makes you think, that I would agree to such an arrangement? Why will I agree to sleep on the same bed with you?" I eyed him from his head to toe angrily, my face portraying how disgusted I felt by the idea of sharing the same bed with him."Because we have slept on the same bed a lot of time, heck! We have had sex Vivian, what could even top that? What's the big issue about us sleeping on the same bed, when we have both seen each other's body, Naked!" He looks really pissed off, but
Janice POV“So… you said, you have good news for us. That you may have found a lead behind your novel awakening mystery.” Daniel said walking into the sturdy.“Yes I have.” I answered him smiling. I don’t really know if what I remember, may be the answer to all my questions… but I do hope it can at least be a lead.“Yeah, why wouldn’t you remember… when you were too busy screaming *master fuck me harder* disturbing the whole neighborhood.” Vivian taunts catwalking into the sturdy. Was I that loud? My cheeks, burned with embarrassment, my eyes glued to the floor. I heard my master chuckle… he should be helping me out, not laughing at me. This is partially his fault, to why am in such an embarrassing spot right now.“Vivian, behave! Janice please go on and tell us what your recent discovery is.” Daniel said, helping
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