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An author's journey to writing books. (Dropped)

This is a book about an author writing many books, that have a mysterious effect.

FluffyButt · Fantasy
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21 Chs

Chapter 5 A Stray cat appears. Part 1.

!!!!! WARNING !!!!! THESE NEXT THREE CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO BE DARK, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !!!!! WARNING !!!!!

THESE CHAPTERS ARE MEANT FOR A MORE MATURE AUDIENCE! USER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!

Late at night in a garbage heap, a child could be seen digging through trash. This child has long black hair that covers their face. From a simple glance, it's just a filthy child. However if one were to take a closer look, this child would be taken to the hospital right away. The child is immensely emaciated, with cuts and scars all other their body.

A strong wind blows over the garbage heap revealing the child's face underneath revealing a missing eye.

"ANNA!!! It's time for dinner!" Shouted a loud voice off in the distance.

The child digging through the trash flinches for a second, before continuing their search mumbling something under their breath.

"It's got to be here, why can't I find it?"

A hand reaches out and violently grabs the child's shoulder, dragging the child away.

Surprised by the sudden physical contact the child shouts out in pain and starts to thrash around.

"ANNA! SHUT UP! IF THE GOVERNMENT WASN'T WATCHING US WE WOULD HAVE LEFT YOU FOREVER AGO, STOP STRUGGLING AND GET IN THE BASEMENT!!!" Shouted the loud voice from earlier, while still dragging the child.

"Who ar..."

*THUNK*

The child's head while being dragged away hit something hard knocking them out.

"Useless brat."

The figure who was dragging the child through her into a basement, with a loud crashing sound, as if many things fell.

"CLEAN UP THE MESS BEFORE COMING OUT AGAIN!"

~~~

After some time passed the child slowly woke up, but something was odd. Everything seemed gray.

"Ugh my head, where am I?"

*Reaching behind her head she feels a warm-wet liquid*

"Did I crack my head open?"

(Wait if that's the case how am I still alive.)

Taking her hand and looking at it under the small light that shined in the basement, she saw a weird clump of blood.

O_O

(Is this what I think it is?)

Closing her eye Anna focused on the object in her hand. After what seemed like forever she opened her eyes, as tears flowed out.

With a gentle smile on her face, she stood up and started cleaning the basement.

(I can't believe I found the Philosopher's stone so soon, I was expecting to have to dig for it for another year or so.)

After sorting out the mess, she opened a few of the boxes she set aside, and dug out hidden food, before devouring it all.

(With this stone, I can heal my body at any time, but first I need to get out of here.)

With a determined look on her face, she walks to one of the walls that has a phone before calling a number.

"I don't have much time, please send help to XxxxXxXxXxxxx they are trying to kill me. I think by the time you get here they will have already started their terrible experiments again."

Anna started to make some noise.

"Shit, shit, shit send someone fast."

She then dropped the phone and dragged a sack up the stairs and next to the trash. She then went back to the phone, and closed her eyes, before picking it up again, with a very familiar voice.

"Hi is this Mark?"

"Yes Mrs, Layla, what can I do for you."

"The body is in the usual place, come pick it up."

Anna then hung up, before heading back upstairs and crawling into the sack she dragged up earlier.

Within the sack, Anna closed her eyes and began to focus on the Philosopher's stone again.

( Magic seems to be very limited. It's a good thing I know how to manage situations like this. But becoming a child again, that's new, even for me. )

As Anna was sitting in the bag, a foul stench started to seep out of her body. If she was sitting in the open, you would see her skin excrete a black substance, and if you looked at her ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, you would see a thick purplish liquid oozing out of her. Luckily for her, however, the clothing she stuffed in the bag, absorbed some of it, however, it did not lessen the stench. As she was about to open her eyes and stop, she heard footsteps.

~~~

"Yo Boss the research facility has dumped another body. Layla wants it picked up, do you want me to send Tom to get it, or someone else?"

"You go get the body, everyone else is swamped with work."

*A long drawn out exasperated sigh left Mark's mouth.*

"Fine... I'll go get it."

Leaving the building Mark went to go get the body before, hesitating. After doing everything he could think of doing that he had to do, he finally resigned to his fate and left for the research facility, located in the dumps.

Grumbling to himself, he eventually made his way to the pickup point. Sighing again he gets out of his car to grab a bag and threw it into the back of his truck, with a few other bags.

"Now to get out of here before that lady, sees me. I don't want to fall victim to her experiments."

In a hurry, he gets in the truck slams the door and drives off.

"ANNA ARE YOU DONE YET!"

The lady going down to the basement sees a dead body on the ground and kicks it hard. The body flies across the room hits the wall and falls to the ground, making a loud cracking sound before lots of blood spilled out.

"F*ck she died... Time to go shopping. HONEY!!! The dog died again let's go shopping for a new one!"

"Alright, honey." Said some man who appeared at the door of the basement.

Without anyone knowing the wiser Anna had escaped.

~~~

At the beginning of that very same day, Anna had woken up with her eye gouged out, and tools sticking out of her face, with Layla covered in blood staring down at her.

"Oh, your awake."

Grabbing something the woman smashes it onto annas head knocking her out again. However unbeknownst to her, Anna who had been knocked out did not faint from the pain from her eye, or the head trauma, instead it was from new memories rushing into her head.

When Anna woke up she had a new perspective, she had new memories, and had made a plan. Using one of the dead bodies in the basement, as a replacement, she opened it up and filled it with blood bags, then proceeded to hide it.

Still a little dazed, she remembered something called the Philosopher's stone in her new memories, before surprise flashed on her face, as she remembered seeing something similar a few days ago in a pile to be tossed out.

She then used what little free time left she had to go out and look for it.

~~~

In the back of a truck, Anna waited patiently for the truck to stop. Peaking through a hole she saw she was at a gas station. After hearing Mark get out of the truck and leave for the store, she made her move.

Opening the bag, she grabbed two plastic bags covered in black and purple sludge, before hopping in the driver's seat. Breaking open the underside of the steering wheel, she pulled the wires out and tried to hot wire it. While hot wiring it, the sludge on her body dripped onto, one of the wires setting off the truck alarm, seconds before she got it to start. Sitting up, she looked in the rearview mear to see Mark, running towards her yelling something while reaching for his gun. Before it was too late, she decided to slam on the gas, getting out of there.

BANG, BANG, BANG

Three gunshots sounded off milliseconds before the sound of shattering glass and blood flew out. Painting the back window in blood.