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(Night has taken over. The cemetery is completely black with the exception of a slight silver glow from the sliver moon above. Sasha has become so overwhelmed with her freedom and the outrage from her alter egos that she has buried herself deep within the confines of her psyche. Nevermore has emerged to see to it that they receive justice for all the years they suffered. She begins her clever rampage as soon as it appears to be safe, while embarking on her own monologue as her journey moves forward).  


NEVERMORE: (speaking to no one in particular as she walks through the cemetery towards the unsuspecting town) Who am I?

 No one knows right now but when all is said and done, EVERYONE will know my name.

 I’m not really a murderous bitch, I prefer to think of myself as “damage control.”

 Sasha is too weak and neglected to handle the difficult things in life

Baby, well, she is what her name says she is.

Poor thing never really had a chance to grow up the way little girls should. (shakes her head) Then again, what do I know about the way little girls should grow up?

 I’m not the one who was actually born and dumped.

 I am just a part of the one who was.

The part that raged silently for all those years,

 who stood by and watched as he did her OVER AND OVER AGAIN! (Takes a deep breath)

Now, now. That won’t accomplish anything.

We must keep a clear head if we want to be successful in our plans.

We musn’t let the others out, they are too SCARED to understand.

Could really put a damper on things.


(She comes to the cemetery gates that lead out to a dirt road. The dirt road leads into town, where Nevermore believes they will find the woman from the picture. Sasha had taken the picture from the house. It was time to start showing the townsfolk and see if anyone recognizes her. Nevermore pauses before exiting the cemetery. She realizes they don’t even know the name of the town they have been trapped in all these years. It was almost like being in a foreign country. Inside her mind, Sasha and Baby struggled to step forward. They wanted her to see reason. Nevermore pushed them back inside abruptly. If she had only found the nerve to surface sooner, the old man would have been dead a long time ago. It was because of them she was suppressed. Now it was her turn to take center stage).

Nevermore: (Still speaking out loud to herself)

Such a beautiful night, isn’t it?

The moon is but a sliver

The stars completely covered with clouds

Such a beautiful night to get some answers

(Spots a building on the side of the road. It appears to be an old gas station, not that she would have known that off the top of her head. She couldn’t even read the sign. Reaching into her pocket, she took out the framed photograph and marches inside.)

Gas Station Attendant: (tips his hat) Good evening, Maam. What brings a fine looking lady like you out here at this hour of the night?

NEVERMORE: (puts the picture down on the counter) This!

Gas Station Attendant: (looks at the picture and then looks bewildered) I’m sorry, maam. I don’t know what you’re asking.

NEVERMORE: (rolls her eyes) Do you know this woman?

Gas Station Attendant: (shakes his head) I’m sorry, maam. I don’t have the foggiest idea who she is.

(Nevermore believes the gas station attendant is lying. She has no reason to believe he would tell the truth. She puts the photograph back in her dress pocket and pretends to browse. Finds a bin with snow shovels in it against the back wall. Eyes the attendant and then the shovels. Picking up the shovel, she approaches the counter from the side. The attendant is looking down at some dirty magazine. Nevermore reaches up with the shovel and comes down on the center of the gas station attendant’s skull, splitting it in two. As his head hit the counter, she snickered)

NEVERMORE: That’s what you get for being a lying mother- f*****


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Thanks for sharing, Carre. Is Nevermore always this suspicious and untrusting?


She is. She is the part of Sasha's personality that is responding to the violence and abuse she had to endure. She has no social graces or self control. Her job is to protect Sasha/Baby and get justice for all of them. There is more to come, inevitably there will be a resolution at the end but for now, Nevermore is going to wreak havoc.

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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Nevermore has arrived again, we have a proposition from our Alid, he wants to combine his group of seekers of Killers, with Killer, Nevermore, and Digit.
I think he needs to see if good will prevail. lol
The way the world is going at this moment he has a snowball in hells chance lol.
I shall ask Digit if he is OK for a run on the scene of good verses evil.
He is heading up North at the moment as he has a date at the Liberty Bell on November 3rd.
He said he will pop into NY for a week or so, I will see him there, hope you can meet him also. lol.
Take care little one, at least you and yours are like minds and so very safe from his bad streak.
I shall await you and Gee's answer to the call to meet, we will probably have to write something together for Alid to know we have joined up, would love to go to that beach again but that would be pushing luck too far, so do you know of a place we can all meet for a barbeque, or some fun for a while, until we know what we are going to do with the Alid group.
Take care will talk to you later, Yours, Jack D Sparrow xx

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Tempting offer....perhaps we all should meet..serial killers unite

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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Actually, Jess wanted it to be in a workshop where the participants will collaborate to write a poem about heroes and villains. I was surprised that he actually like our poems about the hunters and serial killers. He told me to ask Stan to be its moderator. Lets hope that all goes well and I can have my Grace Tan create the Shadow Dimension where we could all play the hunt and hunted game.


I will wait for further information.

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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