[jenwilson]

Here's how this works...I will start a story, you guys continue it. Everyone write a few sentences of what happens next and then let the next person add. We'll see where it takes us....it can go anywhere!

It was late and it had been raining non-stop since friday. Earlier that afternoon a car was abandoned across the street by a man wearing a black trench coat who just walked off and never returned. It had been bugging him all day why someone would just leave a car in the middle of the street and never return for it. The cops had been by and left a ticket, but there was no way the tow truck was coming out in this weather. Finally after hours of curiousity he threw on a coat and headed out for a peek at the vehicle. When he appraoched it he had a feeling something was amiss. With the rain pelting him he moved quickly peering inside. Nothing. The car seemed clean. He tried opening it. Locked. Then he noticed it. The trunk wasn't latched. He ran his hand along the edge and popped it open. A moment of silence fell over him. He was speechless. He couldn't believe what he was looking at.

(Your turn...)

[song_of_serenity]

Here's how this works...I will start a story, you guys continue it. Everyone write a few sentences of what happens next and then let the next person add. We'll see where it takes us....it can go anywhere!

It was late and it had been raining non-stop since friday. Earlier that afternoon a car was abandoned across the street by a man wearing a black trench coat who just walked off and never returned. It had been bugging him all day why someone would just leave a car in the middle of the street and never return for it. The cops had been by and left a ticket, but there was no way the tow truck was coming out in this weather. Finally after hours of curiousity he threw on a coat and headed out for a peek at the vehicle. When he appraoched it he had a feeling something was amiss. With the rain pelting him he moved quickly peering inside. Nothing. The car seemed clean. He tried opening it. Locked. Then he noticed it. The trunk wasn't latched. He ran his hand along the edge and popped it open. A moment of silence fell over him. He was speechless. He couldn't believe what he was looking at.

(Your turn...)

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

The body of a woman lay inside. Her hair was raven colored, long and covering her face. She was on her back, wrapped from the neck up in a colorful blanket that appeared to be hand woven. What he noted most of all was that she lay motionless. Her eyes were closed, but her chest did not rise and fall as that of someone in slumber. He hesitated once...twice and finally lay his trembling hand upon her shoulder, giving her body a gentle prod. After a few times, he sighed and gave up. After sweeping strands of her hair from her face, he placed his palm in front of her mouth and nose without making contact. Nothing...not even a shallow breath. The woman was obviously dead, he decided, and he had do something about it. He lacked the luxury of a cell phone and after lowering the trunk again (as to not have the rain water wash away what ever evidence that perhaps remained) he turned on his heals to walk toward the nearest pay phone.

Before he could make five steps, he heard a sound coming from behind him. Slowly, he turned his head, then his body toward the sound. It came from the trunk. Lifting and peering inside, he noticed that something was moving beneath the blanket. The same something that was making the sound. He pulled the blanket back and to his surprise the eyes of a small child, a mere infant, met his...

(your turn!)
~*Janelle~*

[minara]

The body of a woman lay inside. Her hair was raven colored, long and covering her face. She was on her back, wrapped from the neck up in a colorful blanket that appeared to be hand woven. What he noted most of all was that she lay motionless. Her eyes were closed, but her chest did not rise and fall as that of someone in slumber. He hesitated once...twice and finally lay his trembling hand upon her shoulder, giving her body a gentle prod. After a few times, he sighed and gave up. After sweeping strands of her hair from her face, he placed his palm in front of her mouth and nose without making contact. Nothing...not even a shallow breath. The woman was obviously dead, he decided, and he had do something about it. He lacked the luxury of a cell phone and after lowering the trunk again (as to not have the rain water wash away what ever evidence that perhaps remained) he turned on his heals to walk toward the nearest pay phone.

Before he could make five steps, he heard a sound coming from behind him. Slowly, he turned his head, then his body toward the sound. It came from the trunk. Lifting and peering inside, he noticed that something was moving beneath the blanket. The same something that was making the sound. He pulled the blanket back and to his surprise the eyes of a small child, a mere infant, met his...

(your turn!)
~*Janelle~*

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

The child looked frightened, as if some primal instinct told him that his mother was not longer with him. He did not cry out nor did he show fear as the man's approach. His large, luminescent gray eyes crinkled in mild unease as he gazed from the man to his dead mother and back to the man again.

The child couldn't be more than 6 months old, barely able to sit on his own. The man had a fleeting thought, just leave this, just walk away, no one needs to know. The street was deserted. But as the little boy stared at him, the man couldn't help but feel that there was something remarkable at this child, who had startling raven hair, like his dead mother. Goddamn it.

Muttering a sigh, he reached into the gray-carpeted trunk and carefully removed the blanket from the woman's shoulders, careful not to disturb her. He didn't have anything particular love for bodies, so he wanted to make sure he did not upset her spirit. (His family thought he was daft for believing in all the supernatural hocus-pocus, but he would rather not find out first hand whether or not these forced actually existed.) He bundled the infant in the blanket, cradling him in his large arms. Gazing once more to the dead woman, he touched her face with a finger and closed the lid of the trunk with a heavy hand and a heavy heart.

Turning on his heel, he made a beeline for his car....

[IceBlueButterfly]

The child looked frightened, as if some primal instinct told him that his mother was not longer with him.  He did not cry out nor did he show fear as the man's approach.  His large, luminescent gray eyes crinkled in mild unease as he gazed from the man to his dead mother and back to the man again.

The child couldn't be more than 6 months old, barely able to sit on his own.  The man had a fleeting thought, just leave this, just walk away, no one needs to know.  The street was deserted.  But as the little boy stared at him, the man couldn't help but feel that there was something remarkable at this child, who had startling raven hair, like his dead mother.  Goddamn it.

Muttering a sigh, he reached into the gray-carpeted trunk and carefully removed the blanket from the woman's shoulders, careful not to disturb her.  He didn't have anything particular love for bodies, so he wanted to make sure he did not upset her spirit.  (His family thought he was daft for believing in all the supernatural hocus-pocus, but he would rather not find out first hand whether or not these forced actually existed.)  He bundled the infant in the blanket, cradling him in his large arms.  Gazing once more to the dead woman, he touched her face with a finger and closed the lid of the trunk with a heavy hand and a heavy heart.

Turning on his heel, he made a beeline for his car....

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

A tall grey haired man observed the touching scene below from a desolate warehouse window. The room was as empty as his soul, his eyes colorless as ice, but he smiled that the bait had been taken and all he had to do was watch and wait. He had unleashed a viper on the world in the form of a small child, a dead model, a softhearted man. Many wanted that child dead but now he had a fool willing to protect it with his life. Perfect.

Package the vile in the sterotypes mankind loved and they will do anything you wanted. No one will figure out the mystery until too late - then it won't matter anymore. At least that was his fondest hope. So this stage of his mission was done, now to edge it toward its conclusion but for now, as he watched the car pull away, he felt good. A stupid yet useful man believed he had just become the caretaker of an innocent and had no idea how very wrong he was. The observer's icy eyes looked up into the darkness almost expecting to see the sky falling but the night had begun to clear and the stars were bright. Enjoy it while it lasts.

As he walked down the stairs toward the street he did not notice a woman follow him, he was too caught up in his own thoughts. Why she had waited no one would know, maybe she wanted to make a poetic statement, because when the bullet hit his skull he fell face forward into the murky running gutter carrying the garbage toward the sewer his blood joining the bobbing parade of filth. He'd never see another starry night. The woman shrouded in the shadows turned and ran in the direction the car had taken.