Stories from TGG

[ThatGreenGentleman]

Act 1 Part 1: A Storm is Coming

   He was unsure of what to make of this. When he had returned to the cabin on the border between the woods and the beach she wasn't there. Instead, there was a note left by her. It rested on the table, just waiting to be read by him. In her beautiful, curvy handwriting the note read as this:

   I'm so sorry. I know you probably won't forgive me, but please understand that what I've done, I've done for us. You and I both know the threats Courtland made and that he will not hesitate to make them happen.
            -Felicity

   His face paled immediately and he took off running out the front door. Felicity couldn't possibly be serious about this. The sky was clouded and gray, a storm threatening to make the sea turn violent, but he kept running along the coast. Finding her before it was too late was his top priority at this certain point in time, but then again, when wasn't it his top priority to always find her, no matter what lifetime it was? "Felicity!" he shouted, but the winds were picking up, causing his voice to be pretty much drowned out. He called out her name until he finally saw her on the cliff overlooking the stormy seas. Picking up his pace, he managed to grab her by the arm before she had the chance to run away.

"Henry? What are you doing here? You need to leave, now. Before Courtland gets here."

Henry took a few moments to catch his breath before saying, "Have you gone daft? What makes you think giving into his threats is going to make him leave us alone?"

Felicity replied with an irritated tone, "Well you're not terribly bright yourself, Mr. Sassy-pants. Now get back to the cabin before-"

"Before what? Oh my, so sorry to interrupt my favorite young couple, but I'm just dying to find out," came the accented drawl of the man named Courtland. Henry and Felicity flinched at the man's poor word choice of "dying." Obviously seeing that neither of the two would answer him, Courtland continued talking. "Since the lovely Miss Felicity here said she'd hand over the pendant, I advise that you should do that in the next 35 seconds before there's one less lover." Henry glared at the man while Felicity undid the clasp of the pendant that was currently hanging around her neck, and handed it to Courtland. He studied it with a thoughtful eye and a tight smile. "I thank you for your cooperation. Since you both presented me with such a lovely gift, it's only fair that I give one of equal loveliness back." Courtland proceeded to quickly draw his revolver from under his coat and shot Henry in the stomach twice. Felicity screamed and Henry fell to the ground as Courtland chuckled lightly. In his last moments Henry whispered "I love you" and then his eyes glazed over and his heart stopped beating. As soon as he died Felicity saw memories she never had flash across her eyes, and finally she understood everything. Past lives and always Henry was there, though he wasn't Henry in them. She sobbed into his chest crying out "I'm sorry! So sorry, Henry. If I had only known!"

"That's the problem. You'll never know until he dies. This always happens in your lives. He always remembers, but you cannot until he has breathed his last." Felicity glared at Courtland, trying to will him to go away, but to no avail. "I think I shall do you another kindness, since I'm feeling so generous today." He smirked as he raised his gun for the second time this day and shot her.

The storm came crashing in as soon as the gun went off. Courtland walked away, finally getting what he wanted after 50 lifetimes.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Courtland is a bastard! 

[ThatGreenGentleman]

Courtland is a bastard! 

Yes. Yes he is. But he wouldn't exactly be Courtland if he wasn't a bastard.

[Phox]

Delightfully horrible, TGG. 

[Luna]

Damn, nicely done.

[Eater of Clowns]

That is a very interesting plot you've built there.  Well done. 

[ThatGreenGentleman]

Act 1 Part 2: Strange Beginnings

   I've been trying to do this right for God knows how long, but I can never seem to phrase it just right or perhaps we are those people who are meant to fall in love but never be together. It hurts to think that that may be the truth of the matter; I really hope it isn't. At this point though it's becoming harder to ignore the fact that we've been through 994 lives together, and very few of them have ever ended happily. I really hate the ones when we never meet, or just barely meet before one of us dies. I much prefer the ones where you kill me instead; those are less painful. I like the ones where we grow up together even more. I don't remember how this "cycle of reincarnation" began, but I remember you. I remember the first time we met; you were the daughter of a prestigious family and I was just a clerk, but we happened to pass by each other in the street one day. I loved you instantly, but you didn't love me back. Of course you don't remember. You never remember until it's too late. I remember though, I always remember. I suppose this has what led us to where we are now, in our 995 life. In this life I am not John or Lisa, I am not Roberta or Henry. I am Harriette Ellis and I seem to have gotten into a rather complicated situation.

"Harriette, be a dear and put the knife down before you hurt yourself," cooed a rather obnoxious Courtland.

"You know I can't do that, not until you give me the necklace back," I replied sourly. Courtland sighed and handed the necklace over rather willingly, which made me nervous. He never made things this easy, even if there is a knife currently against his neck.

"So you've got the necklace back. Congratulations, you can finally find them, though I can't for the life of me understand why you would want to find them. They might be perfectly happy already. Wouldn't be the first time it's happened," he said in a cold tone with a smirk plastered to his face. "I mean honestly, do you even know why you're always so compelled to find them no matter the cost?" I push the knife closer. "Fine, my lips are sealed. Just know I'll be coming for the necklace."

"What makes you think I'm going to let you live?"

   His grin seems to grow at this point. "Well, for one thing, their are security cameras there, there, and over there. The only reason why the guards haven't busted down the door and riddled your body with holes is because I need you, you need me. That and the door is made out of Agarwood." He sees my face drop at this new bit of information about the guards. I couldn't care less about expensive wood doors. "It's time for you to leave now. Tell you what, since I'm in a giving mood today I shall let you off with only a twisted wrist and a two week head start. Sounds fair don't you think?" Before I could protest he grabbed my hand that was holding the knife and twisted it. Pain shot up through my arm and I dropped the knife. I kept a tight hold onto the necklace as I was escorted out of Courtland's office by the guards.

   I look at the necklace that is now back in my possession. It looks the same as ever, despite it's practically ancient age. I admire the metal work, the way it spirals downwards, how it seems to shine even though it's cloudy and grey right now. I grip it tightly as I make my way to the nearest hospital or clinic to get my wrist checked out.

[Reginald Ret]

This fascinates me.