Tarot's Writing Samples

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Cassandra was sitting in a white rocking chair in front of a chess board that had pieces laid haphazardly throughout the board. Her long white hair was flowing because the air conditioner was right above her but that was not the only reason why it was so cold in the room. Taking her fingers and gently picking up her rook, she moved three spaces horizontally before placing it down. "Checkmate." She said aloud to an empty room and a smile crossed her face. Then all of a sudden the chessboard was thrown up in the air and torn across the room and all the pieces were scattered on the floor. Sighing Cassandra stood up and crossed her arms. "Look that is no way to act..... I do not care if I always win, you should be a good sport..... no one beat you while you were alive and they never did that..... yes we can play again, IF you do not throw another tantrum..... Okay thank you." She said to the thin air and the pieces were coming back to the little table that they were played on previously. Then all of a sudden there was Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata playing from Cassandra's cellphone and she looked at the caller ID before answering her old, "stupid" phone. There was a familiar man's voice behind the phone and he had Cassandra sitting still before she told the caller that she would be there in twenty minutes. Getting up Cassie grabbed the jacket off the back of her rocking chair and put it on. "Sorry Grey, I gotta go work. We will play another round when I get back. Til then you should play some practice rounds." She said. To everyone else there would be no one else in the room, but to Cassandra there was a fifty year old, chubby, black man with white hair and baby blue eyes, sitting in the rocking chair playing a game that he competed in when he was still alive. Cassandra tended to keep spirits and ghosts at her house. A lot of people would try to get rid of them, but most people could not tell the good from the bad.

When she was younger, Cassandra's parents had died and she was adopted into a family friend's home. These people were probably ten times richer than she had been originally but it was proved quickly that money didn't buy happiness. Her new parents were hardly ever home and if they were they were usually doing business work. So she was alone. That was, until she turned eight years old. On her eighth birthday she found out that she was a medium and she could see and interact with ghosts, spirits, and things from other worlds and planes. It scared her, and she tried to tell her parents, but they merely sent her to a psychologist. It was lucky that they did, for that psychologist had connections to PARENTS or better known Patrol Agency Rendering Exotic Threats Secure. At first it was a school they sent her to, a private one, but her parents were willing to send her because they saw an improvement in their daughter. Then, when she graduated high school she started working for them. It wasn't a minimum wage job, it was actually working for some part of the government, but the true details on what the program was, was murky and hard to define. But it was not long before Cassandra moved into her own home, as not to endanger the people who helped her so much, a two story five bedroom house. All the ghosts that needed a place to stay while they were looking for the thing to send them into the next life, or other beings who needed a temporary stay were allowed there as long as they did not harm one another, her, or her things. And sometimes, rarely, she would have a guest from PARENTS stay at her house.

Revving up her Volvo, Cassandra took an hour drive, sometimes cussing people out with her ridiculous road rage, out of New York City into one of the less popular Suburbs and entered a government building where there were many other odd characters like herself. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt that had some nerd emblem on it and a pair of jeans that had her pair of handcuffs on one of the belt holes with a black jacket covering parts of the two. Entering a conference room, Cassandra sat in her same old spot and looked up at her boss Stuart. "So what do we have for us today?"
 
It was quiet and tense but at the same time laid-back and admiring. Mephistopheles watched Leandra intently as she made her journey from where he had saw her and fell in an almost love like fashion to her, which was quite amazing considering. His ice eyes were watching her and then a smile came from his mouth; today, today she would be his. Mephisto knew that Leandra had been on a diet solely of bread and water and what would appear more enticing them food other than such. Using his mystic powers, he created fruit, beautiful fruit, on a tree that would encapsulate anyone who would look at it. And as if it were on cue the woman went for the bait eating at the poisonous fruit which he placed. His smile widened at the thought of what was going to happen; she was slowly going to die. Now to make things clear, Mephistopheles did not want Leandra to die, just think she would. In his human form, which was minus the horns, wings, and tail, the pale man walked slowly and quietly behind the girl then in a swift move ran over and added a little dramatic scene. "Are you alright?" He asked already knowing the answer, then he pulled out a flask and got it to were he could make her drink from it. It was an antidote for the poison, something he had prepared for the occasion. Laying the woman back on the ground, his long onyx hair was pushed behind him as he sat on his knees before her to watch her progress. Of course she would take to the medicine, it was made by a demon, though there would be a side effect of what was called "Mark of The Devil" in which a mark would appear randomly on one's body and be there for a while. She was going to a holy city so the sight of it might cause some commotion but normally it was usually pretty hidden, even from the owners sometimes. "Ma'am?"
 
She was running. She had been running. Jordan was used to this cat-mouse chase but it was something that she tried to avoid and today she just wasn't successful at it. Jordan's brother, Nickolas, joined a gang and was in it for about three and a half years without her or her siblings knowing and then up until the fourth year her brother became violent, crazed, and paranoid. It was to the point that the three other siblings kicked him out the house, but the night before they were going to have a discussion a police officer told them of his passing due to a gang war. Jordan tried to mourn but how could she, he was just so, so stupid, but he was just a kid. And thus the anger got the better of her. She knew where he went to go meet up with the gang and she made anonymous phone calls to the police to try to clean up that smuge that destroyed her home; she was caught by the gang after some time and ever since then she had been evading beatings that they used to show an example to other people and no one stopped her. One time they almost killed her younger sister so she decided to move out and to the other side of the town to draw the gang away from her house and it worked. However, that meant she had to find a job to pay for the small two bedroom apartment she was renting. The job was a Waffle House who ignored the bruises, cuts, and whatever else she endured and just payed her for her work. That was so lucky to her. However, she was becoming fed up with being under attack so often and so tried to get help, tried to avoid it, but it didn't always work. She knew it was stupid but Jordan got a "Black Bible" one that would summon a demon to be sub-servant to the summoner, which she had to try it once. Hiding herself in a crammed alleyway she started to recite the incantations in the book and the letters started to glow. It was working! She could be saved! Continuing the ritual with zeal in front of her appeared some sort of gateway and then a cloud of black smoke. Nothing was there. "Protect me please." Jordan called out, hoping that the please would still make the said demon work for her, but nothing was around. And they were closing in on her.

"Lookie who we found." A male's voice cooed and laughter ensued. "What are you doing praying to God? Well he ain't real helpful is he?" More laughter came. It had been her imagination, all of it. Behind her orange sunglasses tears welled up and Jordan started to step back, then tried to turn and run but was caught a moment later, by her hair, and dragged back into the area where the others were. One had a bad, the other had something else but she was not sure of what exactly. "You think you can get away." Then she was thrown onto the ground where broken beer bottles were laying haphazardly and she ended up cutting one hand to where drops of blood fell to where the gate had been. Then Jordan noticed, there was a bat heading her way.
 
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