Post by wblstudios on Mar 9, 2006 14:25:01 GMT -5
Unspecified Graveyard
Jersey City, New Jersey
11:15 P.M.
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Menacing, sable clouds hover over a scene all too familiar in America these days... the burial site of a child. No mother to mourn, no father to curse fate. All that stood was the preacher, giving stock incantations... "Life taken too soon... tragic soul going home to god...", as if he himself had no idea who was in the casket... and a pair of case workers, dressed to the 9's in black, as if personally taken to this case which had landed upon their desk a couple of days ago.
Only two days ago was this young soul shoved into the ground like so much toxic waste, and already the earth was being upturned again in the name of an autopsy. Not demanded by the mother and father, no, but by the state.
Mother and father were in jail. They were the ones standing accused.
A life lived in pain was shown through the case files... of a small storage closet underneath the main hallway of a house so decadent that in Jersey City, it could only have been purchased with drug money. A storage closet turned into a torture chamber meant to hold a frail little girl by the name of Ellis (The papers had tried to withhold her name, but to no avail). An inconvenient child held only as a slave, the frail Ellis' body was found in a dumpster behind a Quick Stop grocery store in Leonardo, a good 40 miles away.
Nearly all of her exposed flesh was scar tissue...
The state-paid coffin was exhumed, and the preacher assisted the agents in opening it as lightning exploded from the sky... drawing his gun, the trigger-happy of the agents was assured by his partner that the sounds he was hearing were his paranoia flaring up again.
But indeed, paranoia isn't paranoia if what's lurking really lurks...
An empty coffin, three confused peons, and a story of misery that, sadly, had not ended...
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This was back in 2001. Five years later, the entity known as Ellis had made her long journey back to the world above ground. Only two people truly know what happened that night in Jersey City. Ellis can't remember. The other one can't breathe.
Ellis had been accepting the pain that God or Satan, take your pick, had been hurling at her for the last 19 years. It was time to give some back...
~Ellis
Jersey City, New Jersey
11:15 P.M.
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Menacing, sable clouds hover over a scene all too familiar in America these days... the burial site of a child. No mother to mourn, no father to curse fate. All that stood was the preacher, giving stock incantations... "Life taken too soon... tragic soul going home to god...", as if he himself had no idea who was in the casket... and a pair of case workers, dressed to the 9's in black, as if personally taken to this case which had landed upon their desk a couple of days ago.
Only two days ago was this young soul shoved into the ground like so much toxic waste, and already the earth was being upturned again in the name of an autopsy. Not demanded by the mother and father, no, but by the state.
Mother and father were in jail. They were the ones standing accused.
A life lived in pain was shown through the case files... of a small storage closet underneath the main hallway of a house so decadent that in Jersey City, it could only have been purchased with drug money. A storage closet turned into a torture chamber meant to hold a frail little girl by the name of Ellis (The papers had tried to withhold her name, but to no avail). An inconvenient child held only as a slave, the frail Ellis' body was found in a dumpster behind a Quick Stop grocery store in Leonardo, a good 40 miles away.
Nearly all of her exposed flesh was scar tissue...
The state-paid coffin was exhumed, and the preacher assisted the agents in opening it as lightning exploded from the sky... drawing his gun, the trigger-happy of the agents was assured by his partner that the sounds he was hearing were his paranoia flaring up again.
But indeed, paranoia isn't paranoia if what's lurking really lurks...
An empty coffin, three confused peons, and a story of misery that, sadly, had not ended...
---
This was back in 2001. Five years later, the entity known as Ellis had made her long journey back to the world above ground. Only two people truly know what happened that night in Jersey City. Ellis can't remember. The other one can't breathe.
Ellis had been accepting the pain that God or Satan, take your pick, had been hurling at her for the last 19 years. It was time to give some back...
~Ellis