1945

The begging of Annabell

One may say, destiny is fair, you just got to look at the brightside of it. What brightside is there, when you have a gift that not even you can't explain. A destiny filled with nothing but horror and fear. Annabell Lee, has that gift and that destiny. It seems shes a normal 17 year old student at collage, pretty, smart, shy, and an outcast, by her choice. And the problem. Whats the gift? Shes not psyhic, shes not a genius, nope nothing that you could guess. Annabell controls everything around you. Some people say its like a person with mindcontrole, no this is far more advance. How? Simple. A mindcontrole can move things around the room, bend glass, spoons, and make a wall into a smaller rock. Annabell however can make rock, silk, make rock a real person, and even do simple things, make earthquakes for instance. Yes yes, very different. We begin out story in 1945 on her walk home... what she doesn't know.. is destiny awaits her airvents.

 

"Here kitty! I'm home.. with tttuuunnaaa." Annabell called from the door shaking a can in her left hand and closing the door with her right. A Black, brown, white cat stretched out on top of the TV and meowed in a annoyed tone from being woken up by the sound of her voice. Annabell walked over to the cats dish which was in the doorway of the kitchen and gave the cat a look. "Lazy bones, you want this or what? Cause I'm not bring it to you mother f****r." she said firmly. The Cat rolled over, glaring at her and got down walking with pride to his dish awaiting for her to put the tuna in. "Yes my b***h-of-a-king." she poured the tuna out of the can, into the dish and threw the can away as the cat began to dig in. "Fatass." she sighed and hung up her scarf on the kitchen door handle along with her jacket and sweater. "So what happen today in this oh so wonderful city of New York?" She danced. The cat looked up with his eyes narrowed and looked to the window, then turning to his food. "Nothing?... My this is different." She stopped dancing to look out the window, then turned the TV on seeing if anything happen anywhere else. "Nothing was found at the accident except a weird looking knife, that has no finger prints, or evidence that it was used." "Not another murder." Annabell moaned and sat on her one chair in the living room of her apparment. "Later tonight, aliens in New York? Find out what has little billy so scared of his room at night. We'll be bring you updates from that later tonight." and with that, the annoying K9 krunchies came on with the dancing 101 dalmations on it.Whoever thought of the k9 krunchies commercail was ment to make little kids shows. Annabell sat there starring at the screen with no expression, and without even blinking, then brust out laughing outta no where making the cat jump and growl. "Aliens!" she laughed falling over on the chair. "The new people stole my crack!" she cried falling to the floor. The Cat however found it extremely stupid and thought Annabell was high herself. "Wow I needed that, that was funny s**t right there." she giggled getting up. The cat shook his head and went back to the tuna ignoring Annabell. "HHeeeyyy, whats with your mr.king." she leaned over from her spot on the floor and poked his stomache trying to get his attention. The cat growled as he turned to look at her from his food letting her know he wants to eat the tuna already. "Don't be so mean my gosh." She got up off the floor and looked at the TV again giggling a bit. "Aliens, psssht, the only alien here is me." she looked down looking at her dirty white tennis-shoes and kicked them off sitting down on the chair again looking at the ceiling. "Wonder why I got to be different maybe I am an alien, maybe a half human from mom and half thing from dad..... heh.. yeah.. a thing."she closed her eyes daydreaming as the cat jumped on the chair and layed in her lap. She patted his head and openned her eyes to the decorated ceiling. The ceiling was painted like the nightsky with some christmas lights as the stars and a black ceiling for the skin, and a little bit of dark gray fabric for clouds. It was her latest project when she was in highschool and her parents were still alive cooking meals and telling her no boys and nagging at her to keep up good grades. Annabell frowned and almost cryed remembering her parents. Her parents died on her 17th birthday from a car accident driving to the store. Annabel thenl laughed remembering some parts of her parents though. Her dads short black hair with his stricted attitude about her behavor and grades, her moms long brown hair, always up and full of paint and her fun personality that always brought a smile to Annabells face. They were different, but so much in love. Well dduuhhhh you had to be to make a kid Annabell laughed at herself for thinking so stupidly. She sat there for 4 minutes giggling then froze hearing a strange and unusual bang. She snapped into reality and got up looking around, and throwing the cat aside on the chair. The cat heard the noice too and hissed looking around hearing something moving in the walls. Annabell who didn't have cat ears, could still sensed something in the room that did not give her a normal feeling in her body, and was well aware of the fact, it might not be human. She tried to calm down and think what it could be and turnned to her cat slowly and pointed anyway "Its probley a mouse, King go get it!" The cat didn't move though, he stood there hissing at a airvent with fury in his eyes and a warning in each hiss. "Kitty?" she gulped with a brand new feeling in her heart and slowly turnner her head to look at the airvents, then stood there shaking with her eyes wide, waiting... suddenly it stopped with a simiple and light growl from who knows where and the cat stopped hissing and started randomly licking hiself while Annabell walks under the airvents and peeked in to see only darkness and nothing else. Annabell sighed and looked at the cat trying to hide the  fear in her heart and act like her normal tough self. "It was just a mouse dumbass!" she said, pretty much taking it out the fact she was scared, on him. "Do what I told you and it would be dead." she complained walking to her room and pretty much slamming the door behind her. The cat narrowed his eyes and sighed jumping off the couch and laying infront of the door seeing if she'll let him in tonight. Annabell was leaning on the other side on the door looking at the ceiling wide eyed trying to snap back into her normal calm self, but the sound of claws against the metal of the airvent was still echnoing in her mind and that growl... its has a creepy effect on her and her body. "That, was no mouse." she mumbled to herself. Quickly she got on her bed, and put her hand against the airvent openning it and sticking her head in looking around for anything unusual. "Bugs, bugs, ew dead bugs, bugs."suddenly a strange creature was face to face with her and opens its mouth wide scretching at her. Annabell eyes shrinked full of fear as she fell back onto the floor looking at the vent frozen with more fear then she thought it was impossible for someone like her to feel. The sound of the claws began again in the airvents only getting dimmer to where Annabell was. The cat stratched at the door hissing and growling like mad while Annabell just remained frozen not knowing that her destiny was about to unfold.