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Lucinda

This is an original story about a 16-year-old girl, who is oblivious to the terrible nature of her parents until one day she finds, something or more importantly someone.

If you do read the story please tell me what you think! :) I am always looking for ways to improve my writing!

And yes there may be some spelling mistakes, I am rather dyslexic so please don't judge me too hard on that. ;) 

Chapter one:

Lucinda read the pale pink letters stuck to the dark wood door. Inside the door a larger room lay dormant as if it was asleep. A pink queen bed lay freshly-made, waiting patiently for the girl to return. Stacks and stacks of books stood vertically crammed together covered by a blanket of dust. Paints and an easel dominating the table in front of the window. Jewelry shoved angrily into a temperamental box that looked like it was going to throw up chunks of gold and diamonds any second. The window stood and watched from the mountainous building. The glass witnessed the secrets that occurred in the central square of the little town, today busy in the warmth of this exceptionally fine spring morning. A person's room can tell someone a lot about someone. In this case, Lucinda, (Lucy for short), from her room, sounds like I'm going to start to tell you yet another prince’s story. And that is true but I don’t think Disney will be making a movie on this any time soon.   

  Lucy was a good girl. She did as she was told, always sat up straight, wore what her mother wanted even if it was uncomfortable. Went to every event she was asked to go to. She didn’t ask questions. But yet she wondered, in the dark gloom of the stone castle. The screams at night, vague memories of past lives. She wondered a lot. Why didn’t she just ask her parents, you ask. Well if you had met her parents you would know - mean and hard-looking, eyes to kill. I had a brief run-in with them when they were trying to steal something to harm people or take over the world or something like that but that’s another story and we'd better not get sidetracked.  

  It was the week of Lucy's 16th birthday; she was terribly excited. Skipping with joy she sang softly to herself dancing around in the archway, tall and beautifully decorated with poppies, daffodils, alstroemeria, roses and many other festive flowers, entwined in intricate bone carvings. There were a lot of bone carvings in this dark gloomy castle. I wonder sometimes how she could have ever felt happy there. Everything is gray and black, the air inside cold, so cold it plays with your lungs, always having the upper hand of your life. Keeping you on your toes, like someone is watching you. But yet she danced and sang as loudly as she could.  

  With a blink of an eye, the week passed, and it was the eve of the only child of the kingdom's birthday. Tossing, turning, twisting, sleep - stubborn and refusing to move closer. Wide awake, thinking. There was something not right.   

  She decided that she would go and explore. She had seen most of the castle but there was a wing that was forbidden. Normally there was 24/7 surveillance of the hall but for that moment there was none. Curiosity tugged gently at the hem of her nightie, whispering for her to move forward into the cold, cruel nothingness of the gaping dark hall. Lucy refused to move forward, for Fear held her hand tighter, resisting the force of Curiosity. Curiosity had been burning inside her for a long time. Now it had an opportunity to escape form the prison Lucy had made for it in her mind. Curiosity allied with Anger to form the power of Teenage rebelliousness, flattening her fear and sense of duty, pushing her forward. 

  Stories of this hall that her mother and father had told her were on repeat in the back of her mind, some of which sent shivers down her spine, but curiosity had the reins, steering her like a horse down the hall.  

Cold cut deeply like knives being thrown down the hall. Clank, thump, each step echoed like a falling tree, no matter how lightly she stepped. Slowly but faster than she expected, the end of the hall emerged. Sticky, slimy, each step was now softer and slower for the ground was covered in a thin coating of goop. A thick metallic smell crawled its way across the floor up to her nose. 

   The door, big and heavy, didn’t look too different from any other door in the house but her mind exaggerated the situation. Like her senses had been dialed up to 110%. The door appeared to loom over her like a haunted rock face. Lucy found the door mesmerizing - it drew her towards it like a black hole sucking in defenseless planets. Cold and metal, squealing a little as it rotated, the door handle clicked out of place, allowing a portal to the space of something new, undiscovered by Lucy. Heavy was the door, heavier than Lucy had expected it to be. She had to use both hands to pry the dang thing open.  

  Tiptoes, quiet as a mouse, makes no sounds. For to be caught now would be a disaster. Fear had fought her way back. She pestered Curiosity to take great caution, for this was unknown territory and that meant danger. Fear knew she was too far in to turn back now.  

  Burning dimly in the corner near the door was a small torch.  

Now clutched in what was trying to be brave hands of Lucy. Across from the door the light shown, it was unfazed by the sight. Flickering happily, peacefully perhaps, this was all the flame had ever known, it would have no support for Lucy now. 

Lucy had a different reaction. The pounding in her head stopped. Everything stopped. Time froze. The breath in her mouth stood still, even electrons paused for a split second.  

    Dim light illuminated, grungy grey bars all greasy and grim. Eyes made wide from lack of light stained a pale green. Sunken into her face, sculptured in perfect despair. Below, freckles danced across her nose dispersing slowly across the rest of her face to thin pink lips. Ruby hair fell flawlessly to the middle of her chest, framing an oval face. Cheek bones flicker with the altering light from the torch. A long neck led the eyes to the light pink sleeping dress, covering her slender body. She was very pretty apart from those screaming eyes.  

  Lucy walked over to her, hand outstretched to touch the bar for it was like looking in a mirror. The girl was Lucy or looked like her. She was a clone. Made to replace different organs and body parts so she could live forever.  

  Along the room more cages showed themselves, each one with a member of her family in them. All with fearful eyes, wide accustomed to living with so little light. Blood-stained operation table stood reminding the captured of their grim fate. Papers spread neatly across another table. A poster which showed how to cut the bodies hung above this desk along with a pin-board. This pin-board explained the insanity of the situation but Lucy did not read it. Bravery had run, she did not want to look at what was on those papers. 

  Curiosity gave into Caution and Fear, spinning her round. Lucy's eyes looked deep into the clone's for a split second. She couldn't be certain because that night's events could not be distinguished by what was real and what was not. How could this be real?  

But she swears the clone mouthed the words 'Help me'. But Fear had taken over pulling both arms, forcing Lucy into a frantic sprint. 

  She felt sick to her stomach. She did not stop running until she got back to her room. She did not know what to do but cry. As imagination tried to find reason in this situation, theories multiplying like bacteria invading her mind. Sleep didn’t return that night, instead, she was plagued by those eyes - swollen, pale green eyes of the clone.   

I probaly wont post the second capter unless some one wants it. XD