NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: First off, I would like to say that this is not a role play, but is instead a short story I am creating to use as a reference. So if anyone tries to attack me or tries some other stupid IC action they will be ignored faster than they can say " I declare war on you." However any comments and tags are welcome. Oh and this first post is pretty long, so I will split it into two parts.
Also there is a part on the second post that may be offensive to some, so this is your advanced warning.

Rating: R

IC: Cacifica stared out into the large open court yard from her office balcony. Knowing her time to once again depart this world, but this time it would be for the eternity that she had hoped it would had been when she died the first time. But who would she choose? Her mind scanned through potential candidates that had been in politics for some time. She quickly dismissed these however. She needed someone that would not be easily corrupted by such a position of power. Almost immediately one man’s name came to mind, Joseph Heffron.

Almost immediately she stepped back from the gold leaf coated railing of the balcony and walked into her office. The cool dry air of her office sent small cold chills down Cacifica’s spine after being outside in the heavy summer air that Nascent was renowned for. She walked to her phone and pressed a button, calling a secretary at the front of the building.

A shrill, high pitched voice answered from the desk. “Yes Empress, how may I help you today?”

“Send for General Joseph Heffron; tell him that it is urgent and that he should come alone.” Before the woman at the front desk could reply Cacifica had hit another button on the phone, ending the conversation rather abruptly. Cacifica did not have much time to waste. She needed to teach General Heffron the inner and outer workings of the government before the next full moon, just three weeks away.

General Heffron had received the message from Cacifica while commanding a team while they participated in war games in the thick swampy areas approximately two hundred miles from the capital. “What could she need to speak to me about?” Heffron thought to himself while sitting in the back of a black Lexus, the standard issue governmental transport. A small glistening layer of sweat had formed on his skin. He stuck his head out the window, seeing nothing but a large mass of vehicles, each one separated from the one in front by inches. Far in the distance he heard the unmistakable screeching of the emergency vehicles. There had obviously been a major accident as he had moved less than ten yards in over an hour. The humid air had settled into the car’s interior long before, making him regret his decision of having the air conditioning turned off in return for the fresh summer air. Being stuck in traffic only added to the heat though, mixing the already heated air with the heat and carbon monoxide of hundreds of vehicles.

He had had enough. “Driver,” General Heffron yelled in the direction of the driver, “Close the windows and turn on the air.” He hated air conditioning and would gladly take the sweltering heat of summer for the artificial air that comes from air conditioners. But the smell of all the exhaust had made him somewhat light headed, which only added to the heat problem. The heavily tinted windows made the sun seem as if it were nothing more than a tan circle in the sky, and almost as soon as the air conditioning had been turned on, the car became cool. Light headed and exhausted, General Heffron decided that he would lay across the back seat of the luxury sedan and sleep while he was stuck in the traffic that could only be found on the highways of Nascent.

The traffic slowly began moving after sitting stagnant for an hour. The jolt of the car beginning to accelerate woke General Heffron, causing him to sit up, and look around the car’s interior, to try to gain his bearings. Relaxing a bit, General Heffron leaned his body against the door and rested his head against the uncomfortable glass window. He watched in earnest as they drove past the scene of the accident. The chaotic atmosphere of automobile accidents had always appealed to the darkness that he had suppressed deep in the labyrinth that was his mind. It was why he was attracted to the Army in the first place. He strived in the chontrolled chaos that settled in on any battle, staged or not.

As they drove passed the crumpled car, Joseph realized that he had seen that car before. However when he saw it before it was a thing of beauty. It was a Mercedes, what make he was not sure of, but he remembered the candy apple paint, and the thin baby blue stripe that ran around the edge of the hood. But now it was nothing more than a tangled mass of metal, glass, and blood. All of the windows were shattered, and the hood had been ripped off of the car and was now sitting on the ground a few feet away. “Who had driven that car?” he asked himself. Suddenly he remembered, it was his mistress, Penelope Fletcher.

He flashed back to the last time they had met. It was only two days earlier, the day that he had left for his war games. He remembered pulling into her drive, and her running out to embrace him. Her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair flowing in the wind as she ran. But it was not her hair that captivated him, it was her eyes. The steel gray color of her eyes gave her a commanding presence, and it was that which excited Joseph the most. During their more passionate sessions of love making, he would allow her to take control. The last night he met with her they had had one of the greatest sessions of sex that he had ever experienced. As he sat in the car he could almost smell the sweet smell of her sweat mixing with the perfume that he had bought her for her birthday. He could feel her breathe on the back of his neck, and suddenly he was lying in bed with her on top of him, gyrating her hips on his groins. Her screams of pleasure sending him into a state of ecstasy.

A police cruiser sounded its siren brought Joseph out of his day dream, but now he was concerned about his lover’s health. “Driver,” Joseph yelled to the front, “pull over here.” The driver pulled over into the median, and before the car had fully stopped Joseph was out of the car and making his way towards one of the officers still on the scene.

“Excuse me officer, my name is General Joseph Heffron of the Army, and I was wondering if the woman who was in this accident is alright.”

The officer, visibly annoyed by this disturbance grudgingly looked up from the report he was writing and replied, “I’m sorry General, but she was pronounced dead at St. Jude’s almost half an hour ago. She sustained massive trauma to her head which resulted in severe swelling of her brain. She also suffered several cracked ribs and a punctured lung.”

Joseph’s face went pale. How could whom someone he loved so deeply be ripped from him as if she were a toy. He thanked the officer and slowly headed towards the car, but he had become extremely light headed and was having trouble keeping his balance as he walked. When he was just a few feet from the car the world around him began spinning, making everything before him a giant blur of color, disorienting him enough so that he walked past the car and onto the now speeding highway.

There was the screeching of tires as the driver of a pickup truck stomped on his brakes in a vain attempt to stop before hitting the man walking across the highway. The smell of burning rubber filled the cab of the truck, but the truck’s momentum proved to be to great for the brakes to overcome. The man in the street slammed against the grill of the truck, sucking him under the truck. Later, it would be found that the initial impact of the truck was not what had killed General Joseph Heffron, but instead it was his head hitting the pavement at such a great force, it shattered his skull, killing him instantly.

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“He did what!?” Cacifica yelled into the telephone. “You cannot really expect me to think that the head of our Army simply walked into incoming traffic can you? Yes fine, send me the police and coroner reports. Have them here within the hour.” Cacifica replaced the phone on the receiver and placed her head in her hands. “What will I do now?” She thought to herself. “With less than a week left how am I supposed to instate any type of new government?”

Cacifica knew what would happen if she left Nascent without a strong leader, the Nascentians of European descent would force themselves into power, and more than likely persecute all those whom she had deemed “ethnic” Nascentians. It would be likely that while she was supposed to rise and save the native Nascentians, that instead she would be the end of them as a whole.

Turning her chair so it faced her large balcony doors she began searching for a sign, any sign that would guide her in what to do next. But the outside looked just as gloomy as her situation was dire. The usually bright and cloudless day had given way to a dark ominous thunderhead. It would storm soon, she knew it, and this would be a very strong storm. They always were. She suddenly began sobbing quietly, knowing that once she left, the place she had kept relatively calm, would now be pitched into bleakness. In less than one week Nascent would be thrown into anarchy. A storm was brewing, both externally, and internally.


OOC; Yeah I know, not much content, but I got tired of usuing bump so I figured id just add this for shiggles.

A storm was brewing and it was to be one that would shake the world. The sky was turning different shades of red before finally settling on a deep crimson color that had the uncanny resemblance of blood. Large grey storm clouds brought with them winds that blew in every direction, knocking over trees and power lines. Bright flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, filling the darkened sky with a bright, almost artificial light before giving way to a monstrous clap of thunder which shook the ground. The rain, though only a sprinkle in the beginning, was now a down pour, but it was not the rain that would come in the afternoon that would cool the air, this rain was red as blood and was hot, burning anything it touched. Thousands of cities were set ablaze by the rain; buildings which once shrouded the streets below in shade were now burning to the ground. The palace that had been built in Cacifica’s honor was now nothing more than orange and red flames, sending huge columns of smoke into the air and sending ash onto the streets, making the streets seem as though they were covered in a thick coating of snow.

People who had been caught outside in this storm were screaming in agony as the scalding hot rain burnt through their clothes and blistered their skin. There was a faint light in the distance that seemed to be coming closer giving the life back to those who had once been lifeless, and giving hope to those who had been hopeless.. On the opposite side a black void, one that left death and destruction in its path, sucking the life out of everything that had once lived was drawing nearer.

Cacifica woke with a start, sweating profusely. “It was a dream?” she asked herself while looking out her windows. “No, it was a sign. But what did it mean?” Cacifica rose out of bed and made her way to her personal washroom, throwing her robe around her naked body. She turned on the water in the shower and let it warm as she searched for towels. As she walked past the large mirrors she noticed a small trickle of blood coming from her cheek. Turning so that she was parallel to the mirror she slowly reached up and ran her finger across her cheek, smearing the blood across her face and on her finger. “What is happening?” She thought to herself. Turning back towards the shower, she slowly untied her robe and carefully stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to rune over her bodies, relieving some of the tension from her muscles. She closed her eyes as she began to lose herself to the water’s warmth, but instantly the water began to heat up, quickly scalding Cacifica’s body. She opened her eyes and moved out of the way almost as soon as she felt the scalding water on her body. The once clear water was now a deep crimson, the same as in her dream. Severely startled she immediately left the shower, turning the knobs to shut the flow of water to the shower, but the knobs had been broken, the bloody water would not stop.

A figure shrouded in darkness suddenly appeared before Cacifica, holding the constitution which had been forgotten about so many years ago. Cacifica knew what was happening, and as the figure reached out and grabbed her shoulder, the breath was drawn from her body, leaving an empty shell on the floor of the bathroom.

The body was never found, but the constitution had been found laying on the floor of the bathroom, signed by Cacifica in her own blood.

OOC: Shitty post I know, but I got tired of the name Cacifica, so I am killing her off and putting in a democracy of some sort. So if anyone has any good names for my new character just post them so I can have a good laugh at your feeble attempts to make a character I will actually use. HAHAHA!!!