Post by spyder on Jan 13, 2007 7:02:51 GMT -5
This is just a fic I've been working on. It's based on the song "The Diary Of Jane" by Breaking Benjamin, but it's not a songfic, I just like the name. It also gave me a really good idea for a storyline, kind of similar to the movie Cellular (only with a diary and not a mobile phone) anyway, I hope you like it!
The Diary Of Jane
Chapter 1 - Intro
Night had fallen on the streets of Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, as the wind tossed against the soft, unbroken sky, like a leashed animal. Jane Henning, a girl in her mid teens, sat within her apartment block. A dull, boring pile of bricks was all it felt like to her. It didn’t feel like a home to her, all it was, was a house.
She was alone, her parents had gone out for the evening, but this didn’t fear her. She’d been exposed to that emotion so much at a young age she was used to it, it was like a rush for her. Something that she in a way, almost enjoyed.
For Jane had stood up to a lot of demons and evil in her past before, from the young age of 13 had discovered an amazing secret about herself, she was a dragon. A protector and guardian of a secret underground of magical creatures.
She sat at her desk, warmly dressed to fight off the cold of the night as she gripped a pen between her fingertips taking the edge against a page that sat before her. A small leather bound book, which her name engraved upon the side, pages and pages brimming with her deepest thoughts, feelings and emotions, some of which she would never even dream of voicing aloud. It was her diary.
She wrote in it, even though the lights were out and it was dark in her room it didn’t bother her. She just used her dragon vision and could make out her words with ease.
“Today, was okay I guess” she wrote “Nothing bad happened, but maybe that’s the point. Maybe I do want something to happen. I don’t know, it’s just, everything is really starting to feel the same. Like everything I do is based on a plain, boring old routine that I’m starting to get sick of following through everyday. Being a dragon, it’s my responsibility, a skill I have to master whether I like it or not but it feels pointless training day after day when I haven’t seen any dangers here. I don’t what I’m fighting for-”
She suddenly stopped as her ears had pricked up, her dragon senses had kicked and she had heard something. A distant crashing sound, that had come from somewhere within her house.
Had her parents arrived home early? She wasn’t sure, she rose from her desk and onto her feet, making her way to the bedroom door and pulling it open.
“Hello?” she said, as she creaked the door open, glancing down the hall. It was empty, drowned out by darkness, and as soon as Jane saw the nothingness she knew there was no one there. The dark was lying to her, playing tricks on her mind. But she wasn’t going to fall for it.
She turned back into her room, and was about to shut the door when she heard it again. A snapping sound, followed by a series of footsteps, she returned to the hall again, shutting her bedroom door and raising her hands suspiciously.
“Hello?” she repeated “Who’s there?” she crept slowly further down the hall, feeling her way through the dark abyss, bracing herself for what could be waiting within.
She saw a sudden movement and stepped forward quickly, reaching out her hand and striking at the shadow she’d seen in the darkness. But she merely broke thin air, with the lashing of her fist. The dark had tricked her that time, she thought she’d seen someone, but there’d been nothing there.
Frustrated, she reached the end of the hall and reached for the light switch, flicking at it, expecting the hall to fill with light. But nothing happened. She flicked it off and on again, but still there was no response. Someone had cut the power.
Suddenly she felt her stomach drop, and her heart slowly beat faster. For once in what felt like a long time, she felt scared. The things unknown, the mysteries hidden in darkness were one of the biggest fears of all, and she had finally given in.
She raced back into her room, shutting the door and reaching for her phone. She held it to her ear and went to dial in the emergency number only to realize there was no sound coming from it. She then again remembered, the power had been cut, she couldn’t use the phone.
So she returned to her diary and in desperation grabbed a hold of the pen, putting it to the page, scrolling down the first few words that came to her head.
“Someone is in here,” she wrote desperately “I don’t know who, and I don’t know what they want. But I think I’m in trouble. If anyone ever reads this please, I need your help. My name is Jane Henning-”
But with that she was suddenly cut off when behind there was an ear piercing sound, and several shards of grass flew towards her as she collapsed in a heap upon the floor. The window had been blown open by an explosion of firepower.
She turned in horror, to see four men standing behind her all armed with glowing stick like weapons rested in their hands. Their faces and most of the bodies were covered up by black uniform as they stood over here, lean and well built. She hadn’t seen what they looked before, but based on the descriptions she’d heard and what she could see standing before her now, she knew she was looking at members of the Huntsclan.
Jane immediately struggled to her feet and tried to run out the door but it was slammed hard into her face, she collapsed to the floor in agony from the impact, holding what felt like a bloody nose.
She’d been right in thinking that there was someone in the hall, the clan member’s uniform had blended in with the darkness, and they had managed to perch themselves atop of the hall roof, their hands on one side of the wall while their feet rested against the other. If only Jane had looked up, she would’ve seen them.
“You’re not going anywhere” barked one of the men “you’re coming with us.”
Jane guessed he was the ringleader of this ambush as she saw him turn to one of the other clan members, and order him round.
“Phobia,” he said to the man
“Yes master?” he replied
“I want you to set this up as a kidnapping. Leave a ransom note, whatever you feel is best, but I want to make sure that the police suspect not us, but just a regular human criminal.”
“Yes master,” he said “Anything else?”
“Yeah,” the master replied “Cut the gas line open.”
The clan member by the name of Phobia, exited the room and headed for what Jane could only assume was the kitchen, because within a few minutes there was the sound of an explosion, followed by the smoke detector blaring and Phobia running back down the hall and telling everyone to get out quickly.
Jane was dragged off by two of the men as they submerged into the darkness of the night. She stared back at her apartment building as it slowly was light up in flames. They’d cut the gas and set off a spark to start a fire. They’d also forged a ransom note under a different name.
But while they were busy performing these operations, no one had noticed Jane grabbing a hold of her diary and sneaking it under her arm. So as they dragged her off into the night, to god only knows where she threw it open the sidewalk before they’d gone too far.
It was already open on the page she’d just written upon, the last few words snuck down before any of the clan had seen were “Please help me, whoever you are”
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So, what do you think? Like it so far?
References To Breaking Benjamin:
- Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania is the hometown of Breaking Benjamin
- The character Jane is a reference to their song "The Diary Of Jane"
- The character Phobia is a reference to their 3rd studio album "Phobia"
The Diary Of Jane
Chapter 1 - Intro
Night had fallen on the streets of Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, as the wind tossed against the soft, unbroken sky, like a leashed animal. Jane Henning, a girl in her mid teens, sat within her apartment block. A dull, boring pile of bricks was all it felt like to her. It didn’t feel like a home to her, all it was, was a house.
She was alone, her parents had gone out for the evening, but this didn’t fear her. She’d been exposed to that emotion so much at a young age she was used to it, it was like a rush for her. Something that she in a way, almost enjoyed.
For Jane had stood up to a lot of demons and evil in her past before, from the young age of 13 had discovered an amazing secret about herself, she was a dragon. A protector and guardian of a secret underground of magical creatures.
She sat at her desk, warmly dressed to fight off the cold of the night as she gripped a pen between her fingertips taking the edge against a page that sat before her. A small leather bound book, which her name engraved upon the side, pages and pages brimming with her deepest thoughts, feelings and emotions, some of which she would never even dream of voicing aloud. It was her diary.
She wrote in it, even though the lights were out and it was dark in her room it didn’t bother her. She just used her dragon vision and could make out her words with ease.
“Today, was okay I guess” she wrote “Nothing bad happened, but maybe that’s the point. Maybe I do want something to happen. I don’t know, it’s just, everything is really starting to feel the same. Like everything I do is based on a plain, boring old routine that I’m starting to get sick of following through everyday. Being a dragon, it’s my responsibility, a skill I have to master whether I like it or not but it feels pointless training day after day when I haven’t seen any dangers here. I don’t what I’m fighting for-”
She suddenly stopped as her ears had pricked up, her dragon senses had kicked and she had heard something. A distant crashing sound, that had come from somewhere within her house.
Had her parents arrived home early? She wasn’t sure, she rose from her desk and onto her feet, making her way to the bedroom door and pulling it open.
“Hello?” she said, as she creaked the door open, glancing down the hall. It was empty, drowned out by darkness, and as soon as Jane saw the nothingness she knew there was no one there. The dark was lying to her, playing tricks on her mind. But she wasn’t going to fall for it.
She turned back into her room, and was about to shut the door when she heard it again. A snapping sound, followed by a series of footsteps, she returned to the hall again, shutting her bedroom door and raising her hands suspiciously.
“Hello?” she repeated “Who’s there?” she crept slowly further down the hall, feeling her way through the dark abyss, bracing herself for what could be waiting within.
She saw a sudden movement and stepped forward quickly, reaching out her hand and striking at the shadow she’d seen in the darkness. But she merely broke thin air, with the lashing of her fist. The dark had tricked her that time, she thought she’d seen someone, but there’d been nothing there.
Frustrated, she reached the end of the hall and reached for the light switch, flicking at it, expecting the hall to fill with light. But nothing happened. She flicked it off and on again, but still there was no response. Someone had cut the power.
Suddenly she felt her stomach drop, and her heart slowly beat faster. For once in what felt like a long time, she felt scared. The things unknown, the mysteries hidden in darkness were one of the biggest fears of all, and she had finally given in.
She raced back into her room, shutting the door and reaching for her phone. She held it to her ear and went to dial in the emergency number only to realize there was no sound coming from it. She then again remembered, the power had been cut, she couldn’t use the phone.
So she returned to her diary and in desperation grabbed a hold of the pen, putting it to the page, scrolling down the first few words that came to her head.
“Someone is in here,” she wrote desperately “I don’t know who, and I don’t know what they want. But I think I’m in trouble. If anyone ever reads this please, I need your help. My name is Jane Henning-”
But with that she was suddenly cut off when behind there was an ear piercing sound, and several shards of grass flew towards her as she collapsed in a heap upon the floor. The window had been blown open by an explosion of firepower.
She turned in horror, to see four men standing behind her all armed with glowing stick like weapons rested in their hands. Their faces and most of the bodies were covered up by black uniform as they stood over here, lean and well built. She hadn’t seen what they looked before, but based on the descriptions she’d heard and what she could see standing before her now, she knew she was looking at members of the Huntsclan.
Jane immediately struggled to her feet and tried to run out the door but it was slammed hard into her face, she collapsed to the floor in agony from the impact, holding what felt like a bloody nose.
She’d been right in thinking that there was someone in the hall, the clan member’s uniform had blended in with the darkness, and they had managed to perch themselves atop of the hall roof, their hands on one side of the wall while their feet rested against the other. If only Jane had looked up, she would’ve seen them.
“You’re not going anywhere” barked one of the men “you’re coming with us.”
Jane guessed he was the ringleader of this ambush as she saw him turn to one of the other clan members, and order him round.
“Phobia,” he said to the man
“Yes master?” he replied
“I want you to set this up as a kidnapping. Leave a ransom note, whatever you feel is best, but I want to make sure that the police suspect not us, but just a regular human criminal.”
“Yes master,” he said “Anything else?”
“Yeah,” the master replied “Cut the gas line open.”
The clan member by the name of Phobia, exited the room and headed for what Jane could only assume was the kitchen, because within a few minutes there was the sound of an explosion, followed by the smoke detector blaring and Phobia running back down the hall and telling everyone to get out quickly.
Jane was dragged off by two of the men as they submerged into the darkness of the night. She stared back at her apartment building as it slowly was light up in flames. They’d cut the gas and set off a spark to start a fire. They’d also forged a ransom note under a different name.
But while they were busy performing these operations, no one had noticed Jane grabbing a hold of her diary and sneaking it under her arm. So as they dragged her off into the night, to god only knows where she threw it open the sidewalk before they’d gone too far.
It was already open on the page she’d just written upon, the last few words snuck down before any of the clan had seen were “Please help me, whoever you are”
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So, what do you think? Like it so far?
References To Breaking Benjamin:
- Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania is the hometown of Breaking Benjamin
- The character Jane is a reference to their song "The Diary Of Jane"
- The character Phobia is a reference to their 3rd studio album "Phobia"