UNTITLED!! THERE HAPPY NOW SANDY??

Lillith’s fall was broken by the bits of about 40 bodies at the bottom of the well. A perfect vessel in which to deposit the living. Even the ones who impulsively screamed. But Lillith didn’t scream, she was to deep in thought wondering why she was even in the horrible muddle of a situation. But her eyes had been closed ever since they had come to retrieve her, so as soon as she had finished falling, she opened her eyes one by one to see only a circular wall of moldy brick about six inches from her eyes. She felt the ground, wet, but not a watery wet, a sticky wet, and even if the blanket of night covered the sun, she knew what it was, blood. She jumped up almost faster then she had fallen down, as thought the sticky ground had burned her, and screamed.

Hours later her punishment wasn’t so bad. No one could pester her, the atmosphere was lovely, although a bit dismal, but she was getting to be a bit hungry, but not to the point of starvation, yet. She figured she would cross that bridge when she got there, until then she would familiarize herself with her surroundings, as small as they were. All the bricks were the same size, square, equal, VERY manufactured looking, just like the rest of her home. At the top of the well, there wasn’t a bucket like other wells, instead there was a mace, and a cut of the string, and CRASH, she would be gone, just another crumpled body at the bottom of a well. But maybe she could just push herself against the wall and it would miss her. The only thing that wasn’t plated in metal or perfectly organized were the bodies, which she had become to befriend, treating every one of them like the person she had wished to be treated as.

“Come Crow, you’ve observed for almost four hours now, nothing else is going to happen. If you don’t hear a vision in the first 15 minutes your not going to hear anything at all, it always works that way. I can tell you right now what will happen. She’ll die within a few days from exhaustion or starvation, maybe both, before Friday. It’s Wednesday now, so… she’ll be dead in roughly 48 hours. That’s what always happens, this girl is no different, she might even die before tonight is over, I’ve seen her type before.” Flint informed his assistant Crow. Although he has one of the best jobs in the city, her sometimes wished he could be “manure harvester” just so that he wouldn’t have to deal with him. This was one of those days.
“But this girl, Lillith I believe is her name, seems different from the others. She only screamed once. It perplexed me so! Why won’t she do something normal, like all the other invalids!” Crow squawked. His name had not only beeen passed down from almost 15 generations, it also described his voice perfectly, brittle, scratchy, like fingernails on a chalkboard. The other thing Flint couldn’t stand about him.
“I DON’T CARE!” Flint screamed, his tall, scrawny, body jumping up and down so high his feet were almost above Crow’s head, for Crow was very short, and stocky. “I just want to go back to the palace and report that this Lillith girl is dead. Then we can forget about her and find more invalids to execute. That is all I ask!”
“Fine we can leave, but I want to come back here, and soon. Crow scratching agreed. “Little child, having temper tantrums like you were three. Want a bottle little Flinty? Smile for Mamma Crow, come on now, smile!” Crow mocked, then let out a horrible scratching laugh.

Lillith was hungry now, very hungry. Almost to the point of were she was going to starve. She had to get out of here soon, even if it was just for some food. The well wasn’t that wide, if she put her feet on one wall, then put her hands on the opposing wall, maybe she could shimmy her way up. But that didn’t work for she was to short to reach both walls. She tried to jump, but of course that didn’t work for there was nothing she could grab onto. Lillith was out of ideas and very hungry, but she was also beginning to get a little sleepy, so she rested her head on another’s and slowly drifted to sleep.

Lillith dreamed. She dreamed she was back above ground. Talking a test, a very hard one. She had never like Latin but knew it would look good on applications for a job, and her mother made her. Then her test was over, she had studies a lot so she knew she would do well. Then the day was over, the dream ended as quickly as it had begun.

Crow watched the girl intently, listening to her brain with his magical gift. He knew she was different, that she might survive, but he didn’t know how. The food Elya had unknowingly given her in weekly intervals was a problem, but also a solultion, for he wanted to watch her, see how she was effected by the blackness of the well. It had been about 3 days now and she was still alive, almost a record. He stood there before about an hour before he heard a far off scream. He knew immediately that it was Flint, his obnoxious boss. He was always throwing a temper tantrum always wanting, and getting, his way, always complaining. Crow loved his job of studying dying people but sometimes he wished he didn’t have a job at all and lived in a box just so he wouldn’t have to deal with Flint. The scream persisted and Crow wandered unwillingly back to the palace.

She awoke to the sound of uneven breathing, but no one else was in the well, only the bright morning light filled her new home. But ulp about was the sillouette of a short, stocky, cloacked figure. His breathing was heavy and uneven. Scary, almost like a masked figure in a sci-fi movie. But just as she rose her head, it was gone, and Lillith was hungry.

Above ground Old Farmer Elya walked over to the carrying his bag of “unacceptable to sell” crops. He threw them in the wall every week. He did it to keep the stench down. No one knew what lay at the bottom of the well but it smell awful, all the time.Elya had tried tooking down there but all he could see was a mass of gray much, with just a ting of red around the edges. He also occasionally saw tow men in dark cloaks walking to the well, but Elya wasn’t much of a detective, and never looked into it, he just turned from the foggy window of his ancient farm house and continued his dull lonely life, wishing he worked in the city.

“OW!” Lillith yelped “What was that?” She surveyed the floor of mangled bodies, but in the light she now saw a large green watermelon, and the apple that she suspected had hit her head.
“Food!” she squealed, so delighted she lunged for the apple, forgetting about the wall and bashed her head against it, although she barely noticed for she was to mesmerized by the lovely taste of the apple that entered her mouth when out of the corner of her eye she saw a face, a small face. She quickly finished her apple and crawled over to were the object to discover it was a baby.

“Oh look at this, a real live baby, I’ve always wanted one of those. I’m going to name you Rosie, may not be suitable were I come from, but here were you and I live, everyone is accepted for who they are. OH ROSIE, I love you so much already, and I’ve only just met you. If only you could talk.” And so began Lillith’s love for Rosie. Lillith treated her as her own child, and as if she really was real. Lillith would manage to shove a much of fruits and vegetables thrown at her down Rosie's small throat, made her new clothes by ripping material off of the bodies around her. Every other body in the well she discovered, was older then she, and Rosie was the only baby. Rosie was also the only other one alive, to Lillith anyway.

Lillith had another dream. This dream wasn't about her, it was about a mother and her newly born baby. The mother was walking her baby home from the hospital in a beautiful, black pram with a single rose tucked on the handle. She was smiling, a sin were she lived, and skipping her new baby home from the hospital when her husband appeared, holding his police gun. The two man behind him began to shout.
"STOP WOMAN! You have been charged with the worst form of happiness, skipping. Everyone knows it is a crime to skip, AND to have flowers of any color other than red placed anywhere on you vehicle, and you have been doing both.
"Darhling," her husband continued, in a firm but loving manner, "It's may job. I have to send you and the baby to Flint and Crow. It's best you don't name her ether. You can't get attached to it. You've been given to many warnings, and now it's to late. I love you. FLINT! CROW! come forward!"
And they took her away, just as they had Lillith. And the mother did name it, Rosie, and she never made a sound. She frail body protected by her mother's strong, iron body. Her mother immediatly perished, but Rosie remained, and Lillith awoke.

The next day Lillith searched through all the bits to find Rosie's decised mother, claiming to herself the whole time that the face she had seen in the dream truly did exist, although only in her mind. But never found here, all of the faces were so decayed that she couldn't see their faces, or they didn't have one, for it was gone. But Eosie didn't cray about it, only Lillith did, and more food fell from the sky, this time there was a pineapple in the mix, that she gave only to Rosie.

"It's not fair!" Lovella protested "just because people are happy, dosednt mean they should be thrown into a deep, dark pit! I'm not supporting happiness in our town, I just want to make it a bit more humane!"
I'm sorry Ms. but we have been exicuting people this way for hundreds of years. There is no stopping Mr. Flint and Crow now. They have been doing it for far to long." The judge responded apoligeticly. "There is nothing I can do."
"But we could just open up a jail! Bad people could go there and be relesed after they had learned not to skip and happily sing!"Lovella begged, "This practice is so imhumane. People die because they were happy. And only for afew minutes! Don't you see Mr. Judge? People die every day because of a moment in their lives were they felt a little Joy! You have to do something!"
"No, I can't do anything. I'm sorry."
"But it's just SO unfair! Please reconsider, just cut the killings in half! Or even a quarter. Don't you see? Your being so cruel!
"No, i'm doing my job. You are now being a pest. Leave.
"As you wish."
Lovella fumed as she fled the courtroom. She had prepared a convincing argument, everything went the way it should, but it didn't. The judge was just just so, so misunderstanding. Cold and heartless. Was she the only one in this whole city that didn't enjoy watching people die? It wasn't that it was bad. It was enjoyable when the person deserved it, but the wells, that was to much. Lovella had to stop it, now.

"Oh Darhling, just say one word to me! I need it, so bad. I'm getting lonely, and your the only other one here. TALK TO ME!!" she screamed, shaking Rosie in a manner that would kill a normal baby, but not Rosie, for Rosie was dead already. Lillith couldn't take it anymore. She needed a word, a word from someone else. Someone who understood her, and would stay, not abondon her like Rosie did so often. And a thud was behind her. Slowly she turned around, suspecting it to be an ordinary raccoon who had been unfrotunate enough to fall into the world the didn't exist. But it wasn't, it was a girl, a pretty girl.
"Don't be alarmed, I'm here to save you. Your safe now."
Lillith, utterly perplexed by all the sudden action, muttered under her breath, "What are you doing her? Leave me alone, I want to be alone. Only Rosie can stay, but refuses to.
"No, i'm not going to leave, I'm going to save you. Who's Rosie, is she another person that lives her? Please, just listen to me. This place were you live is dangerous, it can kill you so easily, you don't even know. I'm here to stop this killing from ever happening again, and your going to help me."
"I don't want to help you. I just want to be left alone. Me and my friends don't need you. Rosie is my daughter, NEVER harm her. EVER!! or you will die."
"Lillith, I just want you to be safe. Where are your daughter and your other friends. Can you show them to me?"
"If your insist" Lillith responded meekly to Lovella's request, and went to go retrieve her. Upon bringing her back, Lovella's face showed a flash or horror, followed by a smile, weak but convincing enough not to offend Lillith, and responded to her object with the steriotypical statment of,
"Oh! how beautiful. She clearly has your eyes." Lying thought her teeth.
"REALLY!!, none of my other friends have ever said that about her, but you really think so? Oh that makes me so happy. Thank you so much!! Would you like to meet my other friends?" Lillith exclaimed, so happy she stood up and jumps about three feet in the air.
"Yes, can you show them to me? I really would like to meet them. Please??"
"Yes, yes, my friends, of course. Here, well this is Emery, Kerli, Marilyn, and Kittie." She said, pointing to various bricks and other particles of air. When clearly there wasn't anyone there.This was when Lovella knew she had to get Lillith out of here. It was killing her, from the inside out.
"Lillith, I want you to come home with me. You can bring your friends with you, but you might need to leave Rosie behind. She might get hurt up in the big world. Don't you want to come see my house? It's so pretty, I think you would really like it. Please?"
"AND LEAVE ROSIE! NEVER! if I can take her, i might go, but I would never leave her alone. Ever, and I don't trust my friends that much, but don't tell them that." She whispered, as if her "friends" could actually hear her.
"Fine, Rosie could come, and you could buy her some very pretty clothes. I would be really fun."
"Fine, but can we wait a week so Rosie can rest up?" Lillith questioned,
"I suppose." And Lovella stayed with Lillith for a week, wishing she hadn't. It started very slow, there wasn't much to do, Lillith would cuddle Rosie for hours, and made the moments with her baby so private, Lovella couldn't help but look away. The food was a blessing, but it made her a bit sick, and she tried to pull through, knowing it would be over, but then Lillith pulled the rope, saying,
"This rope is bothering me, Everything has to be perfect, and it's messing up everything. I'm gonna move it and bury it."
"WAIT! No, PLE..." but the deed was done, with Lovella stuck in the well, with only the shell of a body the accompany her. Lovella sat down and wept.

Crow was back. Looking into the death hole more than ever. He sensed a new being below, but could never find her thoughts among the streams that floated around his smallish head. The way his brain worked was that he could hear others emotions. If someone felt a certain way, Crow felt exactly the same way. Every time he want to observe Lillith, he would get a feeling, one, simple, small feeling, love. It felt strange to Crow, for he had never loved before, but now he loved the baby, he loved her because Lillith loved her so much that the power took him over, and he needed something to love. Love had become his addiction, and his love was for Rosie. But now the love was mixed with anxiety. Which made him worried. What was wrong with Rosie? He finally decided that another person was in there, and still living. But how had he or she gotten there?

It finally got to Crow. After months of debating what to do, he finally convinced himself he should talk to Flint, even if it was just to get rid of his feelings. Flint was to die soon anyway. The office building were the "reapers" worked was very large. The gothic era colums spired up the sides of the building, supporting it in a way nothing else could. The large, marble steps led up to a colossal set of double doors,

, painted a silvery white to match the rest of the wall. Crow lifted his frail, old body up the stairs, every step becoming more and more of a labor. At last he reached top of the massive outdoor staircase, breathing heavily as he leaned against the column for support, then realizing he had to continue on his journey, and tell Flint his idea. He opened the gigantic door and stepped into the entrance, allowing the door to slam behind him. Before him now lay a vast hallway, lined with silver-white marble, so clean it shone in the minute amount of light that was let in by the fogged windows. He took his first step into the cosmic room he had visited so many times before, and walked towards his relatively small office at the end of the hall. His office was a conjoined with Flint’s. There was no door, just a blank doorway that connected the two very different people, and put them under the surname “co-workers”. Although Crow hated Flint’s office, he faced his fears and entered the small room, painted in white, pictured off all of Flint’s dead family member’s staring at him.

“Flint? I want to talk to you.” Crow said gruffly, trying to sound in control.

“What?” Flint questioned, sighing, as though he was saying, I’m not paid enough for this. “I’m really busy, what do you need”

“Well, it’s that Lillith girl. You know, the one we put in there all those months ago? Well, you see, she’s still alive, and has a baby in the well also. I think we need to free her. Her crime wasn’t so horrible, she’s served her time. She deserved to be set free.”

“Crow, you know that’s absurd. You can’t free a person you’ve thrown in a well, it’s just unheard of. If you really want free her so badly, do it yourself.”

“That’s the problem. I can’t, I’m not strong enough. I need someone of your fine stature and strength. With those biceps of yours, were sure to be able to free her.” Crow knew that Flint was a sucker for compliments, buttering him up was the best way to get something done.

“Well, my biceps are extremely large, and I do need to work on my heavy lifting, but no, I’m to busy.

“Flint, you don’t understand, there’s a baby down there and I need to save them.”

“BABY!! Were did the baby come from?? She’s only 14! This, this is horrible, if people find out, OH, We have to get her out of there, NOW!!!”

“Yes sir, there is a baby, and this girl, Lillith, she is, so I am lead to think, her mother, or his mother, I’m really not sure. The trouble is, we have to get thos two out, it’s just so… inhuman.”

“I don’t care how inhuman he is, I’m more concerned with ratings than anything. We could we shut down for a thing like this! You have no an earthly idea hoe bad this is. When do you want, no when can we get those two out?” Flint screeched, pacing the floor and rubbing his hands together, very obviously worried about what cold happen happen if word got out about this baby. Crow hadn’t thought of this, and was now also very concerned with the problem at hand.

“Perhaps tomorrow would be a good day? Everyone will be inside celebrating Thanksgiving Mourning, so we can get away without fail, and no one will see us pull those two out of there.” Crow sheepishly suggested, Flint was growing more and more tense every second, there was no telling when the bomb would explode, but it was going to be soon, Crow knew.

“Your right! And at night, so the darkness will cover us! Crow that’s genius! We’ll do it tomorrow night, I’ll summon the guards this very second. Our ratings are saved!” and Flint strode over to Crow, giving the small man a hug, a very strange thing for Crow, for he had never been hugged before, not even by his mother. So now, to be hugged by a man who he disliked extremely, he stood, stock still, waiting for the horror to be over, and soon it was. Crow gave Flint a look of utter disgust, and then left the room, glowing with hatred.

The next morning it snowed. The cold, sticky kind that sticks to everything. The roofs, roads, cats, newspapers, even the children. It was thus harder to make the trek to well 124, but finally they arrived. Crow called down.

“Hello, is there anyone down there?”

“SHH!” a voice responded, coming from the depths of the deep well, “Rosie’s sleeping! What do you want?” The voice was cracked and weak, yet forceful all the same.Crwo tried to aim a light down into the pit, but it wasn’t strong enough. They were still blind to what was in the black abyss.

“We want to help you, we’re here to rescue you. I’m going to throw you a rope. Please, we only want to help you and your baby find a proper home.”

“Rosie? Do you want to go up?” said the voice, quietly, yet still audible. “Really? I would have thought for sure… considering this is your first home and all… really? Well, yes, I think I do want to go. It will be nice to walk around for a bit. Her? Oh, lets leave her. I agree, she was a bit bothersome, and I think she was trying to steal you. Well then, lets go” The voice then raised and weakly said, “YES! THROW UP THE ROPE, WE WANT TO LEAVE!”

Flint tied the rope to a iron rod, conveniently cemented into brick ring surrounding the abyss. Suddenly the weight of the rope and Lillith began her ascent. Flint began to stuggle, and a guard had to assist him so that he wouldn’t fall. Soon a head appeared, worn and sad. Her eyes had dreadful bags outlining their bottom half, and in her weak, malnourished arms, was a bundle.

“SUN!” the girl screamed, thrusting the bundle into Flint’s bony arms and began to prance around, her arms reaching into the air above her. The dawn had begun to rise, blowing their cover. They had to get out of there soon “I haven’t seen you in so long!” She ran around joyfully, doing things that did not seem possible for a girl so malnourished as she was.

“Come Miss, we really should be going” Crow stuttered, but Lillith didn’t hear him, she was to busy admiring the sun around her. Flint thrust the bundle into Crow’s hands, and with a disgruntled, “Idiot”, he ran after the girl. Crow spectated as the chase scene commenced, Flint noticeably catching up to Lillith.

“LET GO!” Lillith screamed, and stuggled to escape his thin, but powerful clutches.

“I’m sorry Miss, we have to go before someone sees you.” Flint muttered, still afraid of the crazed girl before him.

“I could care less! I’m just so happy!”

“We’ll take your bab…”

“NO! ROSIE’S MINE!” She screamed, even louder than before. Without even letting him finish his sentence, Lillith knew her baby was in danger. “I’ll never let you touch her.” She ran back to Crow and gave him a look of distain before snatching the bundle from his quivering hands.

“Miss, lets return to the city, I’m sure you’ll be happy there. We’re going to take you to a lovely place were you can take care of you, uhh, lovely, well, baby.” Crow said forcefully.

“The city?” Lillith asked, her eyes wide with amazement, clearly she had been secluded for far too long. “We’re going to the city? I love the city. Can we see my mother? I haven’t seen her in such a long time.”

“Your mother doesn’t want to see you.” Crow stated bluntly, not caring how badly he had just hurt her feelings. He was to never see her again.

They walked all the way back to the city, about 15 miles. Flint of one of the guards took turns carrying her while she slipped in and out of delirium. They finally arrived at the doorstep of a tall, intimidating building. A rectangular, brass sign read,

St. Tristan’s Home for the Mentally Disturbed

“What a lovely name! Is this were you live Mr. Clint?” Lillith asked. She had learned both the men’s names but she always combined them, calling Flint “Flow”, and Crow, “Clint”.

“FOR THE LAST TIME! IT’S CROW!” he snapped, “And no, this is not were I live. It is where you are going to live. We have already set up a place for you to live with your lovely baby. Good bye Lillith, enjoy your eternal stay at St. Tristan’s. Good bye” and they were gone, not even looking back. Their cloaked figures attacked by the sudden rain that had begun to fall minutes before. Lillith fidgeted, and began to get wet, so she opened the door.

A week later a letter arrived at the office of the executioners. Flint answered the door,

“What do you want, insolent mailman.”

“Nnnnnothing sir, I just … came to … give you this …letter. I’m sorry, here” He said, thrusting the letter into Flint’s unforgiving hands, looking at the marble floor to avoid the evil gaze being given to him by the towering executioner. The mailman knew his power, and did not doubt that he would use it, so he scuttled away before the letter was opened, hating to be the barer of bad tidings.

“Mail, I HATE mail. CROW! Come and open this letter!

“Good, say, tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Flint replied, rolling his eyes, it was very obvious he was annoyed, but Crow didn’t mind. He had gotten his way hadn’t he? And not that child and her “mother” would be free. Crow smiled as he left the office, a rarity were he lived, “And wipe that smile off your face!”

*Authors Note*
Everthing I put in italics is something I'm not sure if I want to put in the story. It would be really helpful if people could tell me what they think, so that I can make my story better.
Thanks :)

NO title (SO FAR!)

Lillith's fall was broken by the bits of about 40 bodies at the bottom of the well. A perfect vessel in which to deposit the living. Even the ones who impulsively screamed. But Lillith didn't scream, she was to deep in thought wondering why she was even in the horrible muddle of a situation. But her eyes had been closed ever since they had come to retrieve her, so as soon as she had finished falling, she opened her eyes one by one to see only a circular wall of moldy brick about six inches from her eyes. She felt the ground, wet, but not a watery wet, a sticky wet, and even if the blanket of night covered the sun, she knew what it was, blood. She jumped up almost faster then she had fallen down, as thought the sticky ground had burned her, and screamed.

Hours later her punishment wasn't so bad. No one could pester her, the atmosphere was lovely, although a bit dismal, but she was getting to be a bit hungry, but not to the point of starvation, yet. She figured she would cross that bridge when she got there, until then she would familiarize herself with her surroundings, as small as they were. All the bricks were the same size, square, equal, VERY manufactured looking, just like the rest of her home. At the top of the well, there wasn't a bucket like other wells, instead there was a mace, and a cut of the string, and CRASH, she would be gone, just another crumpled body at the bottom of a well. But maybe she could just push herself against the wall and it would miss her. The only thing that wasn't plated in metal or perfectly organized were the bodies, which she had become to befriend, treating every one of them like the person she had wished to be treated as.

"Come Crow, you've observed for almost four hours now, nothing else is going to happen. If you don't hear a vision in the first 15 minutes your not going to hear anything at all, it always works that way. I can tell you right now what will happen. She'll die within a few days from exhaustion or starvation, maybe both, before Friday. It's Wednesday now, so… she'll be dead in roughly 48 hours. That's what always happens, this girl is no different, she might even die before tonight is over, I've seen her type before." Flint informed his assistant Crow. Although he has one of the best jobs in the city, her sometimes wished he could be "manure harvester" just so that he wouldn't have to deal with him. This was one of those days.

"But this girl, Lillith I believe is her name, seems different from the others. She only screamed once. It perplexed me so! Why won't she do something normal, like all the other invalids!" Crow squawked. His name had not only beeen passed down from almost 15 generations, it also described his voice perfectly, brittle, scratchy, like fingernails on a chalkboard. The other thing Flint couldn't stand about him.

"I DON'T CARE!" Flint screamed, his tall, scrawny, body jumping up and down so high his feet were almost above Crow's head, for Crow was very short, and stocky.

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