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fanoftheoccult · 4 years ago

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When I was young, living on the back roads of southern Indiana, the woods behind my father's house was the perfect escape from the harsh reality of living with the man. My childish imagination would provide endless amounts of entertainment while I pretended to be a knight, gladiator, or even pirate. My weapon of choice was always whatever stick sturdy enough to swing around and smack tree trunks with a satisfactory thud. My father and his girlfriend never cared how long I was out adventuring, which never bothered me in the least. Many a long day was spent running about the trees, fighting an invisible, yet irrevocably vile villian until hunger would force me back home and to retire for the evening, the fight picking back up the next day.

This tradition continued until I felt as f I knew every branch and trail in the expansive woods. I felt invincible in my playing, and never felt fear when I would inevitably kick up a wild animal or two with my thrashing about. With that in mind, the creature I would encounter changed that and instilled a fear of the wild that persists even now and while my hands shake at the rememberence of the events, I will attempt to tell you the story of when I met the entity known as the Queen of Green.

It was the summer of 2006, school had been closed for break and the July heat was mixing with the humid air, making an almost choking thickness to the air. However, this was nothing new and it did not prevent me from carrying on as I did. I was a few hours into playing, a few hours from my house, the closest place of relative safety, when I began to smell an odor all too familiar to one so versed in woodland exploration. The pungent, almost sour odor of decay. Usually, I would shy away at the first sniff of such things, for hunters and rumors of wilder animals were common in this woods and it would have been more unusual to smell such an stench. Today, though, the odor was particularly vibrant.

I followed the smell to an old building deeper into the woods. Strange I had not seen such a building before as scavenging oddities from forgotten places was always an exciting hobby of mine but I was hesitant to enter as the smell grew stronger and stronger still with every step, as if a giant collection of carcasses were piled just beyond the door, broken and half fallen in from the years of disrepair and natural reclamation of the forest.

Past the door, the building shared many similarities to the church down the street from where I lived, complete with pews and podium. The pews were pushed to the sides of the building, as if to make room for a vast being invisible to my eyes. Even though sunlight shined through cracks in the roof, I still could not make out anything further in.

Walking past the pews and toward the podium, I had a sense that something was watching me, like I was not as alone as I had thought. On approach of the center of the room in from of the podium, I could make out strange symbols and glyphs were carved into the wood of the podium and, to my surprise, I realized the podium itself was of one solid piece of wood, a stump from a tree that long ago grew through the floor of the building and once stood mighty and regal over the people who must have took communion here. Finally, I had reach my destination and went to place my hand on the podium when I heard it.

A gutteral and choking sound, like the sound of someone with a cut throat in movies would make, suddenly caught my attention and I turned to see that there was a deer of an unusual size laying on the floor against one of the walls. Blood was pooled around the great beast as it struggled to hold on to whatever life it had left. Startled, I looked around franticly to search for whatever predator could have done this. After seeing nothing else but the deer, I drew closer. Now, as a somewhat experienced woodsman, I understood that a dying animal can be most dangerous in it's desperation, but I felt nothing but a calm as I approached.

The deer, whom at this point I could tell was a large doe, had stopped trying to stand and played on the floor before me, life spilling out from a wound on her belly. It was then when I saw the true horror of the creature. Rot had set in, and it must have done so a long time ago. Most of the muscle and flesh have been eaten away by the millions of writhing maggots and flies that choked the air near her and the doe's eyes had no glimmer of life, and yet here it was, against all odds. Alive. I had turned to run from the building, away from just whatever the fuck was going on, and thinking back, I should have. However, it was then when I heard it's voice.

"Why are you frightened, fawn?", the deer asked me in a voice so surreal and beautiful that I nearly forgotten the gory mess that was it's body.

"Because I don't think you should still be moving", I quickly stammered. In my childish innocence, I wanted to believe that honesty will see me safely through this.

The doe snorted through what was left of its nose, blowing a yellow bile out as it did so and replied with a regal undertone of authority, "What you see is the work of evil men who used to worship me. Their spirits still haunt this place and they keep me their captive. You have answered my call, you have come to help me"

Slowly, I backed away saying, "I'm sorry, but I never heard a call, I was just poking around, but I think I need to leave."

As I turned to rush out, the floorboards before the door, my one exit, gave a groan then exploded as many saplings rose from the ground and quickly grew together into a wall. I knew then that there was no escape outside of the doe just letting me go.

"Well, um, what was it you needed done?", I stated turning back to the doe, each word dripping with defeat as if my fate was already sealed.

The doe tried to sit up, more viscera spilling onto the floor and the monstrosity rolled over to reveal what looked like a hunting knife, carved from an antler and buried to it's hilt into the stomach of the doe.

"Human child, you but merely need to undo what your kind had done to me. Pull this object from me and I can finally return to my kingdom. I know that you hate it here and crave adventure. I can give you what you want if you but do this one task", the beast cooed with as much persuasion as it's current state allowed.

I walked over to the hurt animal, for though the doe was obviously supernatural, the sight of a beast suffering has always struck a heartstring with me. I knelt down beside the doe, it's pleading eyes filled with hope and the occasional maggot wriggling out from the corners.

Gripping the handle of the knife, I pulled as hard as I could, but the knife was stuck fast, as if something was pulling on the other side of it. Blood and pus began to seep out from around the handle as I strained against it, the smell of death worsening to the point where it made my eyes water.

"You've almost done it, fawn, and be quick about it, I can hear them coming!", said the panicked animal.

As if on cue, I began to hear footsteps all around us outside the building along with what sounded like a dull pounding on the sapling wall that had previously prevented my escape. The sound of the thudding was rhythmic, as whoever was making their way through that barrier had found their groove and my heart thumped just as fast as I realized where I had heard the sound before. It was an axe, and I only had moments before whatever was trying to get in was on the inside with me and the wounded wonder.

Doubling my effort, I put my foot against deer and yanked with all my might, my foot squishing into the soft and rotten belly of the beast, though it gave no complaint. Finally it seemed to be enough and the knife slid out, pulling pieces of old entrails with it. Not a moment too soon either as I heard the wall behind us begin to splinter and give way to whatever "spirits of evil men" the doe had warned about.

I don't know what I expected next. I grabbed the knife and turned to face the intruder when I came face to face with my father. He looked different than before and had a look of concern mixed with worry that only a father looking for their child could muster. Then the look changed to one of terror. As long as I live I will never forget that drastic change because his face was the last human face I ever saw. In a blink of an eye, it was like I was pulled from that world, away from the carcass that had held the Queen, as I have come to know her.

I awoke in a forest unlike any I had meandered through before, trees growing so high that the sun didn't make it to the ground, with leaves and bark that was unlike anything on Earth. Spongy to the feel and would bleed if peeled back, as if the trees were made of hardened flesh. I dread to think too much about it. The queen came eventually, free of her former shell. She thanked me for helping her and gave me a stick just like what I used to play with, then bade me farewell and left me here.

Months must have gone by though it seems the seasons and weather never change here. Nights are cold and quiet while the days are hot but just as quiet. It's as if there is nothing else here. When I first arrived, I chose a direction to walk but I am unsure if I am even going the same direction still. While the trees provided all the shelter I could need, food and water was another matter all together. The bark of the trees are edible enough, though tasteless and the "sap" as I called it was nourishing. Once you got past the copper flavor. I think I might be here forever, walking through this endless forest until I simply don't anymore, with but one constant thought spurring action in me.

I want to go home.

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artemistheauthor · 5 years ago

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A Little Red Rebel/Tales of The Scarlet Scorpion: Goals and outline

So I've decided to do this little thing to help me keep my motivation up for all my stories, and make sure I get some more of it out of my head.

So! A Little Red Rebel, also known as Crimson Chronicles, Chronicles of the Scarlet Scorpion, and Rebel Trio. I am aware I have to narrow down my titles eventually. Eventually is not today.

This story is about a Trio, (anyone surprised?) Crimson Wilson, Rosie Jones, and Nicole Cohen. I'm taking the cliche route of rich families and kids with superpowers. The only way to stop me is to come up with something better. I have not figured out their magic system or how they got their powers. I do know what their powers are.

I got the idea from a ML fanfiction (who is surprised? I read more ff than actual books) which was a lifeswap by Imthepunchlord. Marinette was a thief. That's literally what started this plot. Someone remind me to legit link the fic next time I'm on a computer.

Anyway. Rebel trio.

Alter egos are Captain K, Scarlet Scorpion, and Capricious. Not in that order. Captain K is intelligence, SS and Capri are who carry out their missions.

Now for the fun part. Plot!

The RT are not the normal 'maybe I'll be evil but actually nah' kids. They immediately hit selfish. How much can they get away with? What sort of chaos can they cause?

I hope you can in fact, imagine. It'll be a mess. Not sure exactly how, but I will figure it out. I'm currently planning a ten-comic arc. Medium may change, who knows. I really want to make a comic verse.

So using the 10c-arc, lets keep on. 1 is ofc gonna be the origins, how they got their powers and the forming of the team and yada. First few missions. 2, and 3 are going to be building and absolute chaos, while also showing family lives. Nicky has a good relationship with her dad, Crimson does not, Rosie is somewhere in the middle with making bad life choices specifically to spite her mom, but I haven't figured out anything for her dad. Also a lot of friendship because these girls may be on the wrong side of the law but they love each other very much and will fight tooth and nail.

4 is going to have them getting noticed and recruited by bigger supervillains. This is going to be important. They're kids, but they're really good at what they do, and that translates to bigger missions. The problem is that these three are gonna be the staple of rich who don't care what impact they have on others.

And big villians do stuff for effect. They have charts.

It's a slap in the face for the girls. Nicky is the only one who might have had any idea what impact they were having, and she's more dedicated to her friends than the greater good.

I haven't decided if they sabotage it or go with it, but either way the fallouts pretty bad. Actually, I just decided. They go through with it. More fallout that way.

That's when it really hits them. They've been hurting people. Nicky's dad is Military, Crimson's is old money, and Rosie's... look idk what Rosie is. Maybe her mom's a black widow. That would be a twist. I just don't know rn.

Anyway. Nicky. She's not the mc, but she's the deciding factor here. She runs the cons, really. Rosie follows because she's a thrill seeker and as previously mentioned, probably going to die early from petty self-abuse. (Also pen in that I have to find a way to address that because that's a really bad thing and probably actually exists and if I can help people at all I really want to). Crimson really just wants to get back at Mr. Wilson, but she has enough empathy to feel bad.

Next step, they either go for a plea deal or decide to do this the good ole Vigilante way of working around the law. Probably deal, because at this point they're way over their heads.

Look I'm doing half this outline as I go, and anyway by the time I'm done plotting it this could very well be a tv show. I've considered that. For like the next month there's a way to try to legit do that. That's beside the point. For now, comic outline because I too can be petty and rn I just want something done I can count as progress.

At this point we're still in issue four, right? So end four with introspection or them finally deciding on a plan and show the plan in action in 5. Or because that's a freaking rude cliffhanger, have five start with them finalizing a plan and going from there, and probably way more legal filler than most want.

Now I have excuses to move to 6. Because I can in fact do that, I'm the one writing this.

So 6 is going to be the preliminary fighting with the baddies, still pretending to be bad and all that. Spiessssssssss. Either 6 will end with them getting caught or 7 will start/be midpointed with it.

BIG BATTLE TIME!!

7 ends with them mostly winning and injuries. Because whump. You cannot stop me. Angst abounds. (Goodness I even talk like a fanfiction jockey)

8 is looking to actually be wrap up, so maybe we'll stop at 9 issues. 10 is a cleaner number though. Hmmmm. Anyways. 8 is clean up. Anyone who escaped last time gets caught, people get healed, I will probably make Rosie and Crimson talk to their parents. (As Nicky is the only one of them even near healthy, she doesn't have too, because she already has.)((I'm proud of one (1) gremlin))

9 then is going to be snapshots of recovery or rehab or whatever research says I'll have to send them through next. Probably jail. Either that or I have the second half of 8 be that, and 9 and 10 are both happy endings. Ish.

Until I actually write the thing, I'm gonna have problems with exact timelining.

Anyway. The first part that was actually written for this Future Franchise is in fact, future from this. It was Crimson and her fiancé wedding shopping. So ofc I have to tie that in. She marries a hero too. Because pinterest prompts do that.

Since I'm personally obligated to include that, at least half of 10 is going to be little future snapshots between the girls. It'll be adorable.

I also have to figure out what the girls will be doing as future jobs, so that'll play a part. Nicky, at least, will probably end up a techy communications person for the government, and maybe a counselor for those Scared Straight programs. Actually, Rosie will be the counselor. Rosie fits better. Crims can get herself a happy family with too many kids but really they're healthy and provided for so no one can stop her. (Found family is legit my trope, I dare anyone to try and stop me. If I ever end up with a story where there is not found family please assume I was killed and there's now an impostor).

Anyways. Yes. There's some version of an outline for ALRR. You're welcome. I'm welcome. That will hopefully help me write.

#ALRR #A Little Red Rebel #Crimson Chronicles #Chronicnicles of the Scarlet Scorpion #Rebel Trio #Nicole Cohen (ALRR)#Rosie Jones (ALRR)#Crimsom Wilson (ALRR)#Jayme outlines #Jaymeow rambles #Rebel Trio-Character #Outlines #comic plans

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