Baccara--New Story!

Hello everyone, I have a new short story. I hope you guys like it1 Enjoy, it's about a girl with powers she was born with when she was a child. And she confronts the person who had forced her to kill her family and now this guy was on the run. Read this thrilling tale, and I hope you like it. --KatDon 

"My life....It was once so beautiful but then it turn bitter when my father was killed in a car accident....How my rival ruined me. I was cheated out of my childhood for a private practice--Nobody didn't help me or never cared for me. They didn't even protect me, or talk to me, or ask me how I feel. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to do something about it--even it kills me. Heaven, have mercy on me..." When she was little; Biancabella is looking outside of a rainstorm as she steps into the rain and she motions with her hand at the raindrops. But then, the rain drops froze. Everyone is startled by this, even Biancabella was shocked. In modern day; The plane is hovering in the air, a man looks out the window happily and content. He lets out a sigh of relief, "Ah, I'm going home--My home where my family awaits. My trip was quite nice, but there's no place like home." Just then; he was startled by a voice: "Yes, no place like home isn't it. I cannot wait to arrive too." said a mature sounding teenager, it belong to 18 year old Biancabella Baccara. "Miss?" The man asked in confusion. "Oh, sorry. I was just agreeing with you." Biancabella replied politely. "You can't wait to return home too?" The man asked. There was an indifference to Biancabella's face. "Yes." She said. As the plane landed; Biancabella got off and was walking in town however she felt someone near her, "Hello Biancabella, welcome home." A voice greeted from behind. Biancabella turns around to see familiar faces. It was her childhood friends--Leveret Svarog aka The Mad Rabbit, Crevan Talos aka The March Fox  and Bernadette Whiro aka The Dorbear. "Leveret! Crevan! Bernadette! Hi, good to see you again. It's been years since the last time." Biancabella replied, embracing her friends in greeting. They talk for awhile when Biancabella look to see the 

"You know that room upstairs, it's been vacant now hasn't it?" Biancabella said, sitting in the chair. "Up there? No, nobody goes up there." Leveret said lightly. "Why?" Biancabella asked. Leveret was silent before speaking, "People say it's haunted by something more frightened." Biancabella's head shot up, "Haunted?" She asked. Leveret nodded, "Yes, but they could be mistaken." He said. Later on; Biancabella is lying in her room as she looked at a magazine. She was in a white straitjacket with the restraints of straps, zippers, and a high collar capable of gagging the wearer is loosen and the long sleeves that flare outwards closer to the cuffs are also not tight and is loosen up. She wore no shoes as she begins to sing: "Frère Jacques, frère Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines! Ding, daing, dong. Ding, daing, dong." She stops for a moment and sings it to herself in English, "Are you sleeping, are you sleeping, Brother John? Brother John? Morning bells are ringing! Morning bells are ringing! Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong." She remembered a flashback of the trio who helped her out; Leveret, Crevan, and Bernadette inside the abandoned place, calling out: "Biancabella!" They heard someone called back to him, "Go away!" However they ran in as he was shocked to see what Biancabella is doing: Her ankle chained to explosives of dynamite on the rock being prepared. "What are you doing?" asked Leveret, eyes filled with fear. "Making a statement." replied Biancabella. "B, whatever you think your doing, please don't do it." said Crevan calmly. Biancabella looked away from him, "Please, go away." She said darkly. "Let us help  you, B." Bernadette coaxed, walking over to her carefully. 

Biancabella begin to weep, "Why can't you people leave me alone?" She demanded through her sobs. Leveret hold back his own tears, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you went through so much pain." He said. Biancabella gave him a glare as she telepathically choke holds of them. The trio chokes and gasps for air. "Look at what you made me do, Leveret!" Biancabella sobbed. "Don't kill us, Biancabella!" rasped Leveret. "Why not? Haven't I been through enough?!" exclaimed Biancabella, tears were splashing out from her eyes. Leveret had never seen such painful rage in a girl like her, Biancabella let them go so they can breathe as she begin to cry again but she tells the three of them in her grief, "I--I--I killed my family....Did you know that? I hate myself for it, I really do, it's all my fault!" Leveret walked slowly to her, "I know the real truth, you were blackmailed! That bastard was going after your family! It's OK, you don't have to hide from me or any of us. We can help you, nobody will hurt you but we can't help you if you close yourself in. Open your heart, we want to be your friend." Leveret said. Biancabella considered this, she was touched by the fact that he came to find her. That was sweet. Nobody has ever done that for her. Not at all. Biancabella nodded, "OK. Get me out of here." She said. However; Biancabella became insane as her friends were concern for her. Lingering in the doorway; Leveret, Crevan, and Bernadette could see a beautiful landscape. Harmonic alarm clocks, creatures calling out names, wind whispering softly, raindrops falling from the not so gray skies, fields of origami flowers, candy clouds puffing, vivid purple skies, silent until angels sing on high. "Biancabella?" Leveret called. He could hear, "Oh! It's beautiful here." "Don't leave me alone!" pleaded Biancabella from afar. Leveret, Crevan, and Bernadette stopped when they saw a blood trail and followed it. It got further and further, they found Biancabella turning away from him and Leveret, Crevan, and Bernadette called her name, "B!" Biancabella turned and stare at him but she fainted on the ground. She blamed herself for being a victim to the past but Leveret, Crevan, and Bernadette encouraged, "It's never too late." They comfort her and Biancabella found the strength to make herself better. 

Meanwhile; A man was look a picture book as he saw this of a girl in different outfits that weren't too revealing: Who was this girl? The mysterious girl in the vintage dress is a singer. No last name is given for her but she is known for her strange fashion. In art books of herself; she wears the strangest things and there's even pictures of herself. She wears headpieces of butterfly frames, bows and ribbons, skull on doilies, and an encased skull on the side of her head. Her facial decorations has teardrop kinds that are below her eyes. She wore her signature neck piece of a ruffled choker with a bow. Heidi wore a bow with a brooch around her neck, she sometime wears a diamond key, and her name in 'bling' as people would call it. In the spotlight, her hair changes over time from blue to purple by dying it. However she avoided having her hair shown as white blonde for some strange reason. As an artist, she wears over-sized studs and studs and spikes. The rings she wears is a gun ring, a doll head ring, and a spike ring. But never her favorite white and pink ring. The shoes that she wore while in the public eye is all different kinds: One shoe pair is black bow high heels, another pair is of laced open side stilettos, a third pair is laced pink pumps, a fourth is of black studded and chained ones, a fifth is a pair that is ribbon, and a last pair is over-sized platforms. She wears shoulder pieces, makes outfits out of toilet paper and garbage bags as well as a broken bird cage. Her latest outfit is of her in a panda dress. While alone, Heidi wore a cerulean blue knee-length dress, with a white pinafore apron on top. Underneath her dress, she wears a white petticoat, white stockings, white knee-length pantalettes, black strapped Mary Jane shoes and a black bow in her hair. This girl was Biancabella, who made her career as a model of the strangest, not so controversial, and expressive darkly images. 

That night; Biancabella screamed with terror as she flared her arms away and tried to get out but there was no escape. She felt the pair of eyes staring down at her, they were about to get closer and closer until Biancabella awoke with a shriek and sat up the night, trembling with fear. Later in the day; Biancabella was standing in the rain, at a building to get to the bus stop. She was dropped off by an agent however she was soaking wet. Just then, she thought someone called out to her: "Are you going to a bus stop?" It was a young man, he was stoic looking. He wore an attire of grey jeans and blue plaid blazer. "Um, yes. I am!" Biancabella called out shyly. "Would you like a ride?" asked the young man. "I would, thanks." said Biancabella, and she entered the passenger seat. "Thank you, thank you for rescuing me." She replied. "You're welcome." answered the stoic man. While driving, Biancabella was so grateful by this young man's kindness; she couldn't help it: "Uh...My name is Biancabella Baccara." "I'm Dennis Faust." said the stoic man. Biancabella talked, the man was not the chatty type but he listened and kept his answers simple. The rain had stopped, Biancabella and Dennis noticed. "I'm quite glad it rained." said Biancabella, smiling. Dennis looked at her and he smiled faintly at her. The two of them arrived at the bus stop, Biancabella could see the blue sky and clouds that were white. Dennis stopped his car, Biancabella left but not before saying goodbye and thanking him once again. Dennis nodded and Biancabella went to the bus stop, just in time to see the bus approaching. She looked back but found the car was driving away. "Maybe he's in a hurry." thought Biancabella. She turned and climbed up onto the bus. 

As she opened the door, there was no turning back now. While looking around, she saw that it was empty for years. "Now, let's see....Which way do I go to?" muttered Biancabella, looking around. Just then she heard a tweaked sound of a clock turning. There was a pause and then there was a glimmer sound to a music box. Biancabella wandered around until she found the music box, a crystal ball like one with a figure of a ballerina pirouetting. She was so delighted to see this beautiful thing as she beckons it over to her telekinetically and held it in her hands. She looked at it as she watched the ballerina twirl, however in the reflection; she thought she saw someone there and turned but found no one was there. Biancabella shake her head and rubbed her eyes, "I must be seeing things." She muttered. Biancabella watched the mechanic ballerina dance until its tired, machine heart beats slowly until the song disappears. Then it stops. There was an eerie silence until Biancabella heard singing, sad but soft crooning: "There was an old woman all skin and bone Who lived near the graveyard all alone. She thought she'd go to church one day To hear the parson preach and pray." And another voice went, "O-o-o-o-o-o! O-o-o-o-o-o!" The singing went again, but the words were different than the first: "And when she came to the church-house stile She thought she stop and rest awhile. She came up to the door, She thought she'd stop and rest some more." Then, the same voice after went, "O-o-o-o-o-o!  O-o-o-o-o-o!" Biancabella was a little freaked out when she heard the singing again with different words, somehow this song sounded familiar, "But when she turned and looked around She saw a corpse upon the ground. From its nose down to its chin The worms crawled out, and the worms crawled in." There it was again! "O-o-o-o-o-o!  O-o-o-o-o-o!" The singing came there again, "The woman to the preacher said, 'Shall I look like that when I am dead?'" Then, it was there the last time: "O-o-o-o-o-o!" and the singing said in a creepy, low tone, "The preacher to the woman said, 'You shall look like that when you are dead!" 

There was something that made Biancabella shrieked when she heard a shock, panicky scream, "AAAAAAAAAAA!" Biancabella ran as she went to the bathroom, which was the safest place she could think of. There was a voice on the opposite side of the door. It was just a quiet, whisper voice. "Why don't you open the door?" said the voice, "I've come for you. You'll be happier if you open the door. It's not so bad..." Biancabella trembled, however she didn't know what to do anymore. Maybe it won't be so bad. However, she won't fall for it but she musters the courage. Panting with fear; Biancabella had her pen knife in her hand as she mumbling to herself in a mantra: "I'm OK. I'm not scared, I'm not scared. I can do this. I'm not afraid....." She went out there, looking around as she stepped out of her hiding spot. She looked left, then right. Breathing a sigh of relief, Biancabella walked as she said to herself over and over again, "I am not scared, you hear that? Not scared at all." Then she shouted out, "I AM NOT SCARED!!!!!" Just then, a crash of thunder was so loud that made Biancabella screamed and jumped. "Oh crap." She muttered. Then laughed to herself. However she finds something fell and she jumps.There laying on the floor was a mascot on the floor. It looked like some sort of disturbing looking one that remained unfinished, Biancabella looked at it and then to her horror; the mascot started to get up. First sitting up, then climbing to its feet, the mascot stood there at the center of the room, its fake face just starting at Biancabella directly as she mumbled "No...This can't be happening..." over and over and over. She wanted to run however her legs refuse to work. She wanted to scream however she was so terrified that she could not make a sound! 

The mascot now quietly looking at her. Biancabella raised her eyes once again to the costumed figure."Hey," it said in a hushed, perverted voice, "Wanna see my head come off?" It started to pull at its own head, working its clumsy, glove-clad fingers around its neck with clawing, impatient movements similar to a wounded man trying to pull himself free of a predator's jaws. As it worked its digits into its neck. So much blood...thick, chunky, yellow blood. Biancabella turned away, sickened by the sight, she only cared about getting away. Finally, as she calmed down; Biancabella walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. She bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling her eye. What she saw was a bedroom and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. She stared in confusion for a while. Biancabella almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity but decided not to. As Biancabella was still looking, the woman turned sharply and she jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. The scenery changed before her eyes, all she saw was redness. She couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, un-moving. Perhaps these inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. Biancabella backs away but then she found a record about that room: A long time ago, a man was killed after he murdered his wife in there, and what people find that even now, whoever stays there gets very uncomfortable. 

But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red. Biancabella was scared, however she found something that frightened her. There were four test subjects also had large portions of muscle and skin torn away from their bodies. While the heart, lungs and diaphragm remained in place, the skin and most of the muscles attached to the ribs had been ripped off, exposing the lungs through the ribcage. All the blood vessels and organs remained intact, they had just been taken out and laid on the floor, fanning out around the eviscerated but still living bodies of the subjects. They continued to scream to be left in the chamber and alternately begged and demanded that the gas be turned back on, lest they fall asleep. One of the subjects died from having his throat ripped out, another was gravely injured by an artery in his leg severed by one of the subject's teeth. When heart was seen to beat for a full two minutes after he had bled out to the point there was more air in his vascular system than blood. Biancabella was scared, she thought she heard someone's footsteps as she pulled out her pen knife and prepared for anyone who might be coming would attack her. There was a figure standing there, she didn't know who it was. It looked like a silhouette of a man and then a creature. Biancabella pointed her pen knife at the remaining figure, "I won't be locked in here with you! Not with you!" She screamed at the figure. "WHAT ARE YOU? I want to know!" 

The figure replied, "Have you forgotten so easily? I am the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. I am what you hide from in your beds every night. I am what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread." Biancabella got away as she didn't look back. In the meantime, Biancabella got away as she found a movie player which she saw herself as a kid scared to see small animals lying dead on the ground bleeding. Young Biancabella had a shocked and saddened look on her face. In a split second, Biancabella saw the man facing towards her with his eyes open and they were black with those red glowing dots. He laughed as he said, "Hello. Do you want to play with me?" The girl ran, looking scared out of her wits. Suddenly there was a creepy laugh, Young Biancabella tripped and laid there and started crying. But then the man appeared right in front of her and the girl looked up in horror. Blood started to come down those blackened eyes of the man's as a grin slowly grew from his face as he looked down at the horrified girl. Just in a split second the man lunged at Young Biancabella who let out a loud screeching. Biancabella was scared as she looked away as she could hear someone whisper, "Try to keep this interesting for me, Baccara." Biancabella turned around to see where the voice came from, and what she saw made her scream. Sitting in a chair, staring right at her was the man in black smiling with bloodstains under his eyes. Biancabella ran, clutching the music box. 

She found her own diary in the middle of the room, it was a black one with metal like decorations and a skull. When she opened it, she read the entries which said: "The world is a scary, crazy place and you have to be kind of insane to play the game properly. In other words, you will lose sleep because you have to spend so much time working. You have to stalk things if you want them, in the sense that you have to be manipulative and cunning. You can’t think about morals when you’re going after something. You have to strike violently and swiftly or else you’ll miss it. Soon you can start to be a little more slick about it, or more groomed, as it were; you get a handle on playing the game. You start to get the look of the people you run with and the mannerisms." Biancabella turned the page and read the next entry, "You have to jump at the chance to step on somebody for your own gain. You've got to watch to make sure nobody stabs you in the back. The older you get, the harder it’s going to be to keep up the game of using and being used, and you'll eventually retire and move somewhere. Everybody that lives this way dies the same, sad and alone." In the next page of the entry, it said: "When you get to the end of your life, you will look back and look back on all of the actions you took in your life. The closer you come to death, the more you stop caring about your enemies and the people that you have hurt or have injured you. feeling more helpless and useless. Being a corner of your bed, trying to psyche yourself up to rid himself of  sad thoughts. If you were running in a pack, but you realize you feel that you are unique. You need to break out of that world." 

Inside it was a small room, and an extremely morbid scene. There were traces of blood and tiny bone fragments lay scattered across the floor.What truly frightened her to hear strange, agonizing screams that were extremely frightening and on the walls, she found letters that said: “That's where three kids went.” and she looked over to found dead people slumped in pools of their own blood. Biancabella looked over at them, she kicks one over gently and saw their eyes gouged out. Biancabella was shocked by this as she backs away in fear. But she thought she saw someone there, when she glanced over; no one was there. Biancabella did find something on the floor, it was a ripped out entry from the journal she read. It sounded like a rhyme, "It was four o'clock, there were slimy badgers. Going around and making holes in it of the grassy plot at the sundial. All it was misery, with wings less parrots and a green hog from home whistles. Beware of Erasmus Heri." She looked at her entry went like this, "A music box ballerina spins around, so my gray mindset stems from within. Day after day I've become monotonous, creating a stable but spiritually draining life. I yearn to escape from the container. I'm sick of rotating around day after day and want my soul to fly free—even if that involves becoming broken. I'm afraid of changing my ways, so I'm frozen, unable to do anything. Please let me go free; I don't this to be shattered, but erased, so I can forget about it as I reconnect with the world. On one hand, I desire freedom. On the other, I want to stay safe. I might be unhappy inside the glass, but at least I know I’ll be okay. If I escapes, I might die outside. Birds are free, but open to the sky’s dangers."

Long ago....A boy photographs outside of a church when he is about to snap another picture when he can see a young girl in the lenses. He looks up to see this beautiful girl who is wearing a short sleeved white and blue dress with Mary Jane blacks. She has white blonde hair that stands out from the average Sunday clothes she wore. "Beautiful." muttered the man. The girl glance at the man and smiles brightly. The boy photographing the church is Erasmus Heri, he has been closed to the family ever since but mostly desires the ashen blonde girl who is Young Biancabella. Young Biancabella spends time with him where she is fascinated with stories about Fiona. The 'fruitful' Fiona, however it is a metaphor story about Biancabella and how he feels about her. When she turned 9 and her friendship with Erasmus soured when Erasmus forced Biancabella to be a slave in order to save her family. However, she couldn't take anymore and stopped. Just then; Biancabella was 12; there was a tragedy came upon her family where Erasmus had her family tied up and he forced her to burn them, which she reluctantly does while having Erasmus screaming at her. Her family died in the fire, Biancabella was traumatized with burnt marks on her skin. She survived as she fears Erasmus, for the monster that he is. Biancabella was suspended by her wrists, her mouth had a gag in her mouth and she muffled in fear. Her eyes widened while a creepy monotone voice was almost sing-song, "My love, I know you love me too. You need me, you need me in your life. You can't live without me, and I'd died without you--I'd kill for you." In the meantime; Leveret, Crevan, and Bernadette was looking for their friend when all of a sudden, they received a note that reads: "I have Biancabella, come and find me if you dare but DON'T TRY ANYTHING!!!!!"

She found Erasmus's diary and was horrified to read the entries in there: "Her lips taste like fruit punch, she says. She puts lip balm flavored on them, I can tell. I understate my love for her, I don't reveal my true feelings for Fiona and my desire to get in bed with her. I have a reputation for hitting off with women but I have changed. I am quite fond of spontaneous romance, I want passions with my Fiona and so infatuated for Little Fiona. All I wanted was a romantic night with her my way. Biancabella, my Fiona. She has no shame in her game. She lies about her promiscuity for she lives in a luxurious lifestyle, a smooth talker to the boys--Including me. People who don't know Little Biancabella are fooled by her demeanor as everyone falls in love with her looks. Yet nobody knows what she's like, I can't understand how persuasive she is. Fiona can talk her way out of any situation, how? Because she's beautiful! Watching women like her eat ice cream is sensuous...Fiona...." Biancabella was horrified and read the next entry: "Biancabella is a party girl at heart, she gets dressed up and hopes to find a crowd. Always depending on the kindness of strangers, everything you want is impossible. She's playing around and breaking my black heart. Looks being drained due to stress. She doesn't care for the abuse she gets for loving me. She seeks only happiness and doesn't see the problem. Even if it's an older man--Me." She didn't not know to trust to tell someone about him. 

Erasmus wore a top hat and a suit which looked colorful and wild. He wore gloves and nice shoes as well as a neck tie. "Ah, you came! I knew you came, and your brought the fishes. How delightfu--Huurkkk!" He said, but was seized by the throat. "Where is she?!" demanded Leveret. Erasmus choked as he managed to gasp out, "Who?" "Biancabella, your Fiona." Leveret remarked. Erasmus smiled in a depraved manner, "Ah, her." He said. Then, he said, "I'll tell you where but one thing--HAVE SOME POWDER!!!" As he hit Damon with a powdered puff but this powder was strong and knocked him out. When Leveret and the other two woke up, he saw paintings in a crude inspired way. There was Erasmus slitting a man's throat and flayed off all his skin and he strung the chair. Then, a second man who was tied naked to a column, and flayed alive. The man's quartered body was then distributed as a war trophy among the army, and his skin was stuffed with straw and sewn, reinvested with his military insignia, and exhibited riding an ox in a mocking procession along the streets. There was a crude vision of Erasmus with an army of skeletons wreaking havoc across a blackened, desolate landscape. Fires burn in the distance, and the sea is littered with shipwrecks. A few leafless trees stud hills otherwise bare of vegetation; fish lie rotting on the shores of a corpse-choked pond. In the foreground, skeletons haul a wagon full of skulls; in the upper left corner, others ring the bell that signifies the death knell of the world. A fool plays the lute while a skeleton behind him plays along; a starving dog nibbles at the face of a child; a cross sits in the center of the painting. People are herded into a trap decorated with crosses, while a skeleton on horseback kills people with a scythe. A third vision where Erasmus feasting upon a child. The child's head and part of the left arm has already been consumed. The right arm has probably been eaten too. Erasmus is on the point of taking another bite from the left arm; as he looms from the darkness, his mouth gapes and his eyes bulge whitely. 

Levret, Crevan, and Bernadette could hear haunted singing.  Then they heard voices and got ready, the trio found the white door as he barged it open. Erasmus had an arm around Biancabella's nape tightly and in his other hand was a steak knife, "Don't come and closer--Or she dies, she knows that she belongs to me." Erasmus threatened. "Leveret, help me!" Biancabella begged tearfully. Just then, bottle corks popped and objects lifting 15 feet in the air. Erasmus was horrified by this, "What the--What is this sorcery?" He demanded, "What's going on? Are you doing this?" Leveret was standing there calmly but a smirk appeared on his face, "Maybe I am." More objects were still levitated in the air but then the ceilings were crumbling and  things were falling apart. "I don't believe it!" gasped Erasmus. "Leveret!" Biancabella cried, reaching towards him. "Biancabella!" Leveret called, he successfully caught her and pulled her close to him. "C'mon, we gotta get away!" He said. Just before they left; Erasmus emerged from the rubble as he cried out, "No, please! Don't leave me here, Fiona!" Heidi glared at him, "I told you, I'm not Fiona--It's Biancabella....You force me to killed my family." She claimed and turned away. Erasmus tried reaching as he screamed hysterically, "FIONA!!!" Biancabella turned and screamed as loud as she could, "I'M NOT YOUR FRIGGIN' CARMEN, YOU BASTARD!!!!" Then with all of her might; Biancabella kicked Erasmus in the head, his neck snapped and he fell lifeless in the rubble however Damon pulled her as they got to safer ground. Once they got away; Leveret looked at how much damage the manor is but looked over at Biancabella who was quiet for a moment. "Are you OK?" Crevan asked. Biancabella nodded, "I will be." She admitted. Bernadette hugged Biancabella, Crevan patted her shoulder, and Leveret walked over to her and put an arm around her to say, "It's over." Biancabella smiled at him, "Yes." She said. They walked away.