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Haunted - Jackson's story
Topic Started: Jul 26 2014, 04:44 PM (204 Views)
Michael
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It all started on a warm summers night 12 years ago. Jackson was asleep in bed when he heard a crash. He carefully climbed down the ladder from his top bunk to the floor, taking care not to wake Claire up, even though she was quite a heavy sleeper. Jackson walked down the stairs when he saw the men in his living room doorway. He screamed and one of the men ran towards and lunged for him, tying him up and pointing the gun menacingly in his face. Darren Prescott heard the commotion and sprinted down the stairs, immediately juggling spells and charms through his mind. He had only one choice. He had to use the Haunting Curse.

((I will be finishing this soon. And yes, I know it isn't possible in game to kill other sims with the haunting curse, I just adapted it.))
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Imelda Prescott waits in her bedroom by her husbands command, waiting for his signal. She jumps as the door opens quietly. Tears slowly flow down her face as her 7 year old daughter slowly walks towards her, shaking. "What's happening Mommy?" She asks nervously. "Why are you crying?" But before Imelda could answer her daughter she hears shouts of pain and a heart-breaking scream. "Stay here!" She shouts to Claire as she runs downstairs.
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Jackson looked as his father started to curl his hands around each other and start to cast a spell. His father said that a proper wizard needn't have their wands, and that the hands were just as good. Suddenly a green surge appeared out of his fathers hands, but it bulged, hitting the first masked man, but also surging back towards father. Both men were launched backwards lifeless and Jackson let out a bloodcurdling scream. The appearance of his mother sent the other male scrambling towards the smashed door, as he disappeared into the black of the night. Imelda ran down to free her child from his bonds and hugged him as tears burst through her eyelids as Jackson cried for his father. None of them noticed Claire, who came down to hug father and say goodnight. "Sometimes my thoughts escape my mind and flow down my face, honey, that's why I was crying." Imelda explained tearfully to Claire, who still clinger on to her father. The man was never found by the police. In retaliation, Jackson took up graffiti, to make a mockery of the police, vowing they would never catch him, and wondering why they spent their time capturing graffiti artists while murderers ran loose around the city. Eventually however, his street art became a hobby, and now, with practise, he thinks he is quite good at it. And of course, he always practises magic with his hands.
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Jane slept soundly. She was at her friend Ellen's house. She was a very light sleeper, but despite Ellen's older brothers noise, she managed to doze off across from West's bed. That night, however, at her home, unbeknownst to her, her life was being changed forever.
It was a phone ringing that woke her up, and she wished she had stayed asleep.
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"Just keep running!" Peter muttered to himself. The faster he got back the more chance he had of survival. Peter did not want to anger Maya, but the news he was bearing was likely to make any chance of survival he had diminish.

Maya Grey seemed like a very normal girl outside of the League. If you saw her on the street you wouldn't think her different than any other girl partying with her friends. She looked like she was in her mid twenties and brown hair. Maya, however, was able to make even the most experienced fighters quiver in their boots when she was on League premises. Maya had great power, and every member of the League knew it.

Peter arrived at the graveyard, and made his way down to the hidden bar. The bartender, Dean, nodded in greeting. Peter knocked on the very slightly inward tile. The tile slipped, perpindicular to the rest of the tiles, and quickly and fluidly the tiles slipped into the wall, revealing a hidden entrance.

Peter walked through the hallways, meeting guards and other mercenaries. Eventually he made it to the center chamber.
"What is your business here?" The guard asked sternly.
"Tell the queen that it's Peter Andrews." Reluctantly, the guard obliged and he went inside Maya's chamber. After a brief moment, the grand door creaked open, and Peter got his first glimpse of Maya Grey, Queen of the Underworld and the leader of the League of Hades.
Edited by Michael, Oct 8 2014, 06:12 PM.
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