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Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 10/01/2016 11:27 PM

Age 8
Marma woke with a start. What time was it? Where was Maurice? He always woke her up to help her get ready for school. The sun was up pretty high in the sky. Marma looked at her little digital clock which said ‘10:00 am’. She was sure her school started at nine, which was one less than ten. Oh no! She was late for school. Marma hopped out of bed and moved to her dresser. She stopped midway when something caught her eye. There was someone in her doorway. Carefully she turned and prayed it wasn’t something scary. Her eyes lit up when she saw it was her father. “Daddy! Good morning,” she said happily and ran over to him. He held his arms open and they hugged. “Where’s Maurice?” she asked when her dad had pulled away. A scary look crossed his face for an instant and then he was smiling again.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 10/01/2016 11:27 PM

"Maurice left for work honey. He’s going to help support us,” her dad explained sounding sad and proud.

I know Maurice went to work. He does everyday, but he always wakes me up,” Marma complained.

“I know honey. His work moved him to another city so he wont be around anymore,” her dad said.

That’s no fair!” Marma shouted and tears welled in her eyes. She wanted to see Maurice. How could he just leave her like that?
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 10/01/2016 11:28 PM

“Shhh, its alright baby,” her father tried to reassure her. “Why don’t you come help daddy at work today?” he asked looking her in the eyes and smiling kindly.

Holding back sniffles Marma nodded.  For some reason Marma felt like her dad might yell at her if she kept crying, even though he was trying to be kind. She palled away from him and let him help her get dressed. It wasn’t long after when they were headed out in the big black work truck. Her dad had even let her sit up front. It wasn’t until they reached a big factory when Marma realized she hadn’t eaten breakfast. Her tummy growled but she didn’t complain. If she was annoying she was sure her dad would send her home.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 10/01/2016 11:29 PM

The factory looked plain and was settled among many other factories. For once Marma wondered what her dad actually did. He always left so early in the morning and didn’t get back until late. It seemed like he never had a day off either. Maybe working in a factory was hard work? Marma didn’t even know what happened in a factory. Her school had never talked about it, and no factory worker parents ever went in on career day.

Her dad helped her out of the big truck and she held his hand as they walked up to the tall barbed wire fence. There was a small booth with a very scary man inside of it. He smiled at Marma and gave her dad a weird nod before pressing a button to open the gate. She turned and saw someone else driving the black truck away. She was going to ask her dad a question when he looked down at her and smiled. They stopped in the middle of the road and her dad crouched down to look at her.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 10/01/2016 11:29 PM

“Listen to me very carefully,” her dad said holding Marma’s hands a little tighter. “The men in there are all going to be very nice, but they are also very busy. Please stay out of their way, and don’t speak unless spoken to,” he told her. His voice was soft and firm.

Marma nodded quickly and they began to walk again. When they got to the factory Marma was surprised at how many people were there. They all smiled at her and went on their way. None of them seemed to have the time to talk. That was okay, Marma wasn’t sure she was brave enough to talk to them.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 10/01/2016 11:30 PM

Age 17
Marma smiled as she entered the factory and found only smiles in return. The men she was once too shy to talk to she now knew by name. Men and women who worked for her father. Once she had learned what her father actually did she was taken in to be taught how to follow the family tradition. It began with being taken out of school and every day became ‘take you daughter to work day’. A woman was brought in to teach her what she would have been taught at school, but she was taught other things too. Things her father deemed more useful, sometimes she would shadow him and watch how he worked with his men in the factory, or some of them would take her and they would teach her to work in the field. Sometimes she would learn about weapons, other times she was taught how to be a proper lady, other times she was taught how to be social and how to act amongst her dad’s strange group of ‘friends’.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 10/01/2016 11:30 PM

When she turned eighteen her tutors were gone and her father welcomed her into his office. “It’s time you learn how to run the place,” he told her sternly.

Of course it was, Marma knew that her training was leading to this moment. The new training she would undergo would lead her to the next moment. As unsavory work as her dad did, she was eager to learn more. In over ten years of her being at the facgtory every day she still had almost no idea what exactly her dad dealt with. Drugs, smuggling antiques and animals, weapon dealing, plus so much more. Marma assumed any underground dealing had something to do with her father, but there was still too much mystery around it all.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 10/01/2016 11:31 PM

He pressed a button on his desk and the floor moved to reveal stairs. He beckoned her to go down first. “We call them Organizations, although anyone outside might call us a gang or even a mafia. We deal with what society would rather not recognize. Someone had to do it, and those of us who do are labeled evil,” he explained as they descended. “You’ve spent your childhood around these people. Do they seem evil to you?” he asked but didn’t give her time to answer. “No, they are just people like the rest of the world.”
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 10/01/2016 11:37 PM

“Today they will become your people, and this will be your world. I have seen you grow so much over these past years and I am very proud of you,” he told her.

“Where are we going father?” Marma asked.        

Her father scoffed, and said nothing for a time. They finished descending the stairs, and were met with a labrynth or hallways and rooms. “We’re going to see if you are truly fit to rule,” her father muttered. “I will allow you one more question, later when we arrive. Do not speak until then,” he instructed.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 10/03/2016 7:30 PM

Marma held her tongue as they continued through the hallways. She did her best to remember their path, but the walls were white and the doors all looked the same, and absolutely nothing was marked. They wound down empty hallways and past what appeared to be empty rooms. Where was everyone? Just when she thought there could be no way for the labyrinth to get bigger they arrived to some kind of end.

Before them stood two white doors. No more or less appealing than any they had just passed.
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Postby Sarah » 10/11/2016 12:53 AM

"Everything will be explained my dearest," her father said. "Please, let us show you the way," he said holding the door open and forcing her to enter.

The room was black, even with the fluorescent light spilling through the open door she couldn't tell what might be in the room. The door closed with a soft click behind her and they were plunged into absolute darkness.

A breathless moment later the room was lit by a blue witch-light.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 12/09/2016 12:48 AM

She was on a stage. The crowd was made up of people she had never seen before. Her father walked on, and then knelt before them. He held his head high, like he was challenging them or defying them.

Marma was frozen in shock. What in the hell was going on?

“This way my child,” A woman appeared next to her and she jumped. The strange woman led her to stand next to her father. “Face each other now,” the woman instructed.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 12/09/2016 12:48 AM

Marma turned ever so slowly. Her father knelt before her.

“I believe I owe you an answer,” Her father prompted. His voice sounded caught in his throat, like he was going to cry.

“What happened to Maurice?” she asked. It was a question she’d had from the moment her brother left. A mystery she had never quite been able to solve.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 12/09/2016 12:50 AM

Her father frowned. “I gave him a test. He was to kill a man, to show his loyalty to me, to the organization,” he explained. “Instead he let the man go, confronted me, and then went into hiding,” her father sounded beyond pissed about it, even after all the years that had passed.

Marma just nodded. She had assumed that her father would want to groom Maurice into being the next leader, and when that failed he turned to his other child.

“Take up the sword, do what must be done,” the woman urged. Marma grabbed the sword that had been offered. It was the one she’d seen Maurice practice with so many years ago.
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Re: Black Candles (Self)

Postby Sarah » 04/02/2017 2:32 PM

Marma had a moment to stare at the sword in wonder. Her only connection to her brother after all these years, and she was going to use it to finish what he could not. Slowly she raised her head to meet her fathers eyes. There was a warm acceptance in them.

"Years ago I sent your brother after a single man. A man he did not know, yet he could not kill him. I was blind to what you could become, but no longer," he said.

Understanding overcame her, but she knew she would have to push through it for now. Leveling the sword to her father's neck, she bid him goodbye and swung. Although the blade was old it still cut through flesh and bone cleanly.
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