She was always... Stomp's Story

X_Stomp_X · Jul 28, 2007

So here it is.  This is a brain child of mine brought on by having been awake for 38 or 40 hours and knowing that i have to be awake for another 10 at least.  So bare with me and try to keep the ridicule to a minimum

  Enjoy and ill see you all in about 1 1/2 months

...mild mannered.  The story of the one draped in shadows known as Stomp has gone on for as long as children has sat beside camp fires.  Always thought a legend, he has since become real.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com

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>Scene:  A poor husband and wife sit before a meager fire in a small studio.  The wind lashes at the shutters as the rain plays a hammering song on the all to thin roof.<o

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>This was how life happened for the Wellinger family most every night.  High school sweet hearts, John and Emily had decided to make their feeling for each other branch out further than just words.  In the fall of 1985 they were wed.  Both coming from small, poverty ridden families themselves, they went by the thoughts that love will conquer all and money or not, they will make it work.  Two years into the marriage, they both had jobs letting them earn enough to begin a larger family.  For months they tried to have a child but it never worked.  Going to the doctor they told her their problem.  After extensive testing, Dr. Shew came to the conclusion that she was barren.  Emily was crushed, John, well he went another way.<o

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>Dr. Shew described to Emily what she felt happened.  During high school Emily contracted a serious illness that left her scarred beyond repair.  Emily's parents did not tell her that news.  They felt it would be better if she led a normal life without the knowledge that her line would not carry on.<o

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>Arriving home, she found John asleep with his back to her.  Walking to him, she smoothed his hair and looked longingly at him.  You see, John wanted nothing more in life than a son.  Emily feeling as if she had let her beloved down, began falling into a self loathing depression.  John on the other hand decided to surround himself with that in which he couldn't himself have.  Children.  He signed up with the Boyscouts as a chapter leader.  Having no wrong intentions, he felt as if he was doing the right thing.  He spent 4 days a week with the troop, explaining to his wife "i'm doing this for us."  She didn't believe him.  Slowly they were parting ways.  Emily sank further into her depression while John seemed to be never happier.  <o

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>One night while on a camping trip sitting around a fire, John told the story of Icabod Crane.  One boy looking as if he had just been told the worst story ever, raised his hand and asked if he could tell a story.  Happy to oblige, John gave him permission, and listened intently to little Billy's story...<o

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>'Long ago there was a tribe of people that wondered the central US.  Not Indian, nor any race that you have heard of.  Just people walking and living from the land.  Now, these people never broke the law, nor did they make a nusiance of themselves.  They preferred to stay to themselves.  No one can actually even remember ever actually talking to them either.  Almost as if they didn't exist.  One night with tending to his cattle, a young farmer saw a shadow rush past his cattle pen.  Taking up his rifle intending on ending his livestock's diversions.  Upon rounding the pen, he saw a shape crouched down in the shadow.  Picking up his rifle and flashlight, he lowered both to see a woman sitting there holding her stomach.  Rushing to her, she shied from him and waved a hand before his face.  He turned from her, not remembering why he was out there in the first place.  Walking back the way he came, he heard a rustling and whipped around.  There was the shadowed shape again.  Once again raising his rifle he saw her holding her stomach.  Rushing to her he saw blood dripping to the ground.  Walking to her with out stretched hands in a sign of peace, she fainted.  He lifted her and took her inside.  Laying her down in the bathroom he started to clean her wounds.  However he noticed that no matter which way he moved she always looked to be bathed in shadows.  He never stopped tending to her wounds, but still found this to be odd.  She was unconscious for 2 days.  In the mean time he kept a constant bedside watch on her.  When she came too, she looked around bewildered.  Seeing him, she made an attempt at dashing out of the room but couldn't due to the stitches he had given her.  Once again lifting her back to the bed he left the room and returned with food and water.  She hungrily accepted and ate with out a sound.  In the coming days they spent every waking hour with each other.  Never leaving his side, she silently followed him about as he did his tasks about the farm.  One night about a week after her full recovery, she came to him in the night.  The next morning he awoke alone.  Depressed he went on about his life with her memory fading from him every day.  A year later, he sold his farm and moved having totally forgotten the women so long ago.  One night she returned with his son.  Leaving it in the door step she fled yet again into the night.  The current owner after hearing the babies crying, took him in and decided to go to town and give the baby to those who could best take care of him.'<o

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>John hearing this story was enthralled.  He was also a little disturbed at the same time.  Billy told that story very well.  Almost too well.  As if he had lived it and not heard it.  The story went on into the night and as it became late, John sent the boys to bed.  Billy walked past him to say good night, when John asked how he knew such a compelling story.  Billy replied 'cause its true, the farm isn't too far from where i live.  In fact, the farmer that used to live there just died in a car accident.  The farmer who lives there now is going tomorrow to drop off the baby.'  Thanking Billy for the excellent story, he guided him to the tent and made sure everyone was fine.  He, however, sat up the rest of the night thinking about what it might be like to have a son if his own.   Meanwhile, Emily just sits at the house in front of the fire, letting it fuel her rage and hatred.<o

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>The next morning John waited until all the other parents had come to get their kids. Excited beyond all measure at the hopes that he could intercept this child and finally have someone to care for and make his own.  Hurriedly walking to his car, John followed Billy's parents' car to the farm.  After making the right turn into the long hard packed dirt driveway,  John saw a cloud of dust rising from not to far ahead of him.  Slowing his vehicle and pulling further to the right, A man in an old pickup truck slowed as well.<o

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>After making with the usual pleasantries, John finally confronted the farmer about the child.  "There's something not right about that baby, ya know, if yur askin me, i think its a devil' as he spat in the ground outside the window.  John looked puzzled and said that he saw nothing of this child that would make it so.  Trying to coax the farmer into letting him take a closer look at the boy, he said "Ya know, all ya hafta do is jus' ask me for em, ill mor'in gladly give em to ya".  Trying to hold his happiness from his face, John accepted and assured the old man that he would take good care of the child.  The farmer, now glad to be rid of the thing, handed him over and put his truck into reverse.  John made a 3 point turn in the street and began the drive back home.  "Emily will be so happy" John muttered out loud.  Holding the child in his right arm, he didn't notice the baby looking straight into his eyes.<o

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>Arriving at home with his new son, Emily didn’t spin to meet him as she usually did.  “Emily, I have something for you.  Its everything we could ever want.”   Finally turning to meet his loving gaze, she slowly turned in the chair only to see something missing.  She no longer had the look of innocence that was once so apparent on her eyes.  She now held something else.  Something malevolent.  Something that wasn’t of this world.  <o

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>“Let me see him.”  John stepped forward, the child in his hands.  Looking into the infants eyes finally, he saw the same look in its eyes that he saw in his wife’s.  Something was not right.  He stopped mid stride, wide eyed and stricken with a sudden grief.  “What have I done….”  Those were the last words John ever said.<o

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>You see, the infant in Johns hands wasn’t really a human.  Nor was it a child.  It was a manifestation of his wife’s hatred towards everything that could bear children.  This ‘child’ was a thing that she created one night after leaving her physical body.  The long nights in front of the fire had taught her many things.  The hatred in her heart had learned to seep out of her body and take a human like form.  One that would let her do as she pleased, without having to get her hands dirty.  She had created the shadow woman.  The female that was there, and at the same time wasn’t.  The other part of herself, dark and almost intangible, was as perfect as she felt she should have been.  She hadn’t chosen that poor farmer, nor did she mean to make him crash that fateful night on the free way.  But the being she created out of malice and hate had a mind of its own.  Eventually it had taken her mind completely.  Once having taken over the very thing that had created her, it then went back to the gate in which it had freed itself from.  <o

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>The shadow woman now had a body and a student to exact her revenge.  Yes, she would teach her offspring how to crush those whom she felt fit to remove from this life.<o

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>“Stomp, yes, that is a fitting name….”<o

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Hock · Jul 29, 2007

  that was pretty damn imaginative and morbid at the same time, but i like it.

Tryden · Jul 29, 2007

Good stuff Dan. I liked it.

However...

<table class="ContentBoxBody"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2">Stomp</td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2">Protector, City of Heroes/Villains
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X_Stomp_X (view blog)</td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2">(return to roster)</td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2">Leaderof Vindictive.One day while walking home from school, Stomp was taken behind abuilding and mugged. This wasnt the first time this happened to him,but he decided that it would be the last. Stomp sought out anyone whowould teach him how to defend himself. After searching for a longwhile, Stomp met A man who seemed to always be cloaked in shadows. Notunderstanding who or what this man was, Stomp just looked at him. Theshadowy figure slowly moved to the side while Stomp followed him withhis eyes. The veiled man looking perplexed, strode towards Stomp andwaved his hand before him. Stomp had the over whelming urge to lookelsewhere. Feeling stupified, Stomp shook his head violently thusbreaking free of the shadowy mans trickery. When he found that Stompcould see though his hidden state, He decided to take Stomp under hiswing, and teach him the ways of shadows. This was exactly what Stompneeded for his revenge...</td></tr></tbody></table>

X_Stomp_X · Jul 31, 2007

Ehhh, you can never have too many ideas at once ive learned

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