Final Individual Project
Maya Narang
Many years ago when people thought the Earth was flat
Fate would play the Game of Life with her sister Destiny. Forming
the heroes we here about today and their tragic lives. It wasn’t
to last though. The two siblings fought as most siblings do, only
theirs created wars across the planet.
One night Destiny left from the castle in the clouds in a huff
after a particular nasty fight. Life and Death the two’s parents sat
staring at the fire, wishing their children didn’t fight as much.
All that wishing created something new. They created Hope.
All of the higher beings needed a partner in crime you could say,
so Chance was created to balance out Hope.
There was a problem with this though. Chance, a small
three-year-old boy. One, who would never grow up brought
demons to the world. They roamed the Earth preying on the
humans. Fate and Destiny finally worked together once again to
rid the world of the demons. They missed one though. One who
would continue to be reborn as each new host died.
Thunder clapped overhead, wrecking havoc, lightning struck
down small towns. Acidic rain lapped the streets. Come morning,
people mourned the losses. However our story doesn’t start
there. No our story starts at a happy home a couple countries
over.
It was of no concern to the new parents; they wouldn’t look
at the disaster flashing across television as a sign from higher
up. They wouldn’t see it as a warning that chaos and havoc now
roamed. Fate sighed, Twyla and Felix Turner were happy, as they
had just had a baby girl. Crimson Turner at that moment was
happily sitting in her crib waving her chubby fists and giggling at
her mother.
Fate looked on at the happy family, dreading the outcome.
Life was a great game… most of the time. But this baby girl was
something to shudder at. A person of chaos, a demon. This was
definitely something that she didn’t want to deal with, but she
supposed that was her job as Fate, deciding people’s lives.
She watched on as the baby girl, Crimson who smiled
happily at the ceiling when a great red light emanated from the
sleeping child. Licks of flames crawled their way across the floor,
settling down on the nightstand.
Sighing, she spun the wheel and moved the green car over
the vast board Game of Life. She couldn’t have this town go up
flames now. As the car moved the Twyla and Felix ran into the
nursery, before screaming, waking up Crimson. Crimson reached
her hand out towards the flame. Thankfully just before she
reached them, they were doused with water.
Fate smiled, one problem averted. Now how many more did
she have to go? All she could hope was that Chance didn’t pop in
and create more havoc.
Later Fate invited Chaos and Peace, her children, over for
tea. They arrived to a truly upset mother. After a long screaming
match they settled to the agreement that the new demon, didn’t
create too much havoc. Chaos and Peace were quite delighted to
escape their mother’s presence and hightailed it out of her home
as quickly as possible.
It had been about four years since Crimson had set fire to
the nightstand. Life had gone back to normal for the Turners and
Fate stopped worrying about the demon. But it wasn’t to last.
That night as Fate watched over her giant Game of Life, she
noticed that the demon’s figure in the green car was flashing.
She groaned, more mischief.
Crimson had recently found interest in the small spiders
around the house. Twyla and Felix had tried to rid the house of
them many times, each time failing. When the mailman came to
the door to deliver a new vase that Twyla had bought, he
screamed with fright when dozens of little black spiders crawled
over to him. They seemed to laugh as he ran out back to his car.
It was of no surprise that the mailman grew accustomed to
arachnophobia.
But this didn’t help the Turners; they stopped receiving
mail, as each new mailman got an unusual fear of spiders and
their house. Fate looked on; at least the girl hadn’t actually
harmed anyone. But how was she supposed to make it stop? The
family needed their mail delivered without the messenger being
chased by the demons friend’s.
Fate supposed that she really should give the parents
something. So far they had done a splendid job of keeping
Crimson happy, maybe that was why no person had gotten
mortally wounded or killed. What are you supposed to give
anonymously to a person that is practically saving the world
without knowing it?
Deciding to think back on it more, she sat back to watch
the game unfold. More years went by and Crimson grew up. The
small redheaded ten year old ran from the living room to her bed
in a huff. How dare they refuse to do what she wanted! As her
anger stewed, the bright red light from many years ago
appeared. Angry swirls of claret spun about the room. The light
grew larger and gaining speed, it twirled around the bed frame
and weaved in and out. Then the light erupted into flames that
whispered to her, caressing her, drying the tears.
Fate chuckled at Twyla and Felix as they stared at their
child. They were lucky that she hadn’t started that long ago.
Most demons hit that stage around two. She spun the wheel and
the Turner’s car once again started to move.
The parents that evening knocked on the door asking to
come in. No answer, they opened it themselves to see the bed up
in flames. Panicking, they threw water, not registering that the
fire wasn’t moving from the bed. Soon it was out and the
horrified parents rushed towards their daughter. Fate shook her
head sadly as they questioned the odd event. They sure didn’t
understand how Crimson was alive, even if they were eternally
grateful. They vowed to make sure it didn’t happen again. As if
they could stop a demon, no mortal could.
Crash. A poof of smoke; there sitting above the Game of
Life, Chance sat. Fate groaned at her dratted nephew.
“What do you want, brat?”
Yet he wasn’t listening as usual. The little three-year old
was staring at the shiny board pieces.
“Ooohh, pretty!” said Chance as he reached down toward
the board.
“Noooo!” screamed Fate, as Chance plucked the little
demon piece from the car and started playing with it. Snarling at
the little boy, she evicted him from her lair before sitting down
wearily she looked at the wrecked game.
The playing piece for the little demon was now wrecked.
Who knew what could come of it… Well her sister Destiny might
know.
She started watching how life played out again. A year went
by with the broken piece working fine. But one night the sliver
piece whistled loudly waking Fate from her nap. Rushing to the
game board she turned pale, the playing piece was twitching
madly.
As Fate called on Destiny and Hope, Crimson was going
insane. Controlling her demonic powers she took control of her
young sister’s soul. Tainting the mind black, tearing through the
white innocence, forcing the young girl’s mind into submission.
Fate was panicking; this young demon was going to kill her
sister. The sounds of her family Poofing in shook her from her
stupor, she sprang up running to find them. Not giving time to
explain, she pulled her sister and niece into the lair. The two
paled, twitching pieces were hazardous; last time they had
created wars across the world.
The three quickly set to work on fixing the piece. Pulling all
the strings in the Game of Life they started to slowly fix the
trembling piece. As the higher beings went to work, Crimson’s
parents were starting to panic. This wasn’t normal behavior. They
struggled to get through to the hypnotized young girl. Rushing
around their house following her.
Fate slumped down. They had finally stopped the loud
whistling and shaking of the silver piece. The three had used all
of their higher powers to extract the small demon soul from the
girl.
The following day the weather was clear and sunny. No one
would suspect what had happened in the Turner’s house the
previous night. Fate looked over the small town happily, causing
rainbows to appear in the sky. Life was good.