The Ring: Samara's Revenge
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Category:
M through R › Ring (USA), The
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,580
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Ring, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prolouge
I, sadly, do not own The Ring. And I am gaining no money by doing this. Everything here is purely from my own mind, and is being done simply for fun.
~~*~~
She was tired.
The girl sighed and hung her head, eyelids slowly drifting towards the closing point but no! Never! She didn't sleep. She couldn't; those damn horses were always running through her head. Pounding, snorting, reading, neighing, stealing her parents attention. Of course, she reflected, it was partly her own fault. After all, if she hadn't sent all those images into her mother's mind, her father never would have forced her out...
But she was going off on a tangent.
The chair spun around, dizzingly, and Samara sat down heavily on it, her wet dress slapping the wood. It continued its spinning, but she never noticed. It was in her own mind, after all. She created it; why should it bother her?
"I created it..." The words came out in a hiss. Clenching her fist, she stood up again, knocking the chair over. The chair became the ladder and fell, clattering loudly on the wooden. She stared down, dimly recognizing the fact that, until her father came, she wouldn't be able to get back down.
But this was in her mind. Such things didn't matter.
"I created it!" Her eyes flashed angrily. The horses ran into the water, drowning themselves, but she didn't notice. "And now they try to trick me... fool me... they've ruined it."
Which was true. The movie was such a good idea... they would watch it. They would hear her. But they wouldn't understand what it meant. And they would die.
But now they did understand. And that, unfortunately, made her oh-so brilliant sceme not-so-brilliant.
"Half of them don't even know what they're watching... they don't even believe... none of them even understand what it means!"
That too was true. That woman, the one who Samara had thought was her greatest assest had proved to be her greatest weakness. Rachel. She had told the woman she had handed it to what it meant... and told her what to do. The woman passed the message on... and on and on it went....
"They've tricked me. Those filthy bastard's tricked me!"
But not for long. None of them knew that, but not for long...
She would get them back. All she needed to do was wait just a little longer...
~~*~~
She was tired.
The girl sighed and hung her head, eyelids slowly drifting towards the closing point but no! Never! She didn't sleep. She couldn't; those damn horses were always running through her head. Pounding, snorting, reading, neighing, stealing her parents attention. Of course, she reflected, it was partly her own fault. After all, if she hadn't sent all those images into her mother's mind, her father never would have forced her out...
But she was going off on a tangent.
The chair spun around, dizzingly, and Samara sat down heavily on it, her wet dress slapping the wood. It continued its spinning, but she never noticed. It was in her own mind, after all. She created it; why should it bother her?
"I created it..." The words came out in a hiss. Clenching her fist, she stood up again, knocking the chair over. The chair became the ladder and fell, clattering loudly on the wooden. She stared down, dimly recognizing the fact that, until her father came, she wouldn't be able to get back down.
But this was in her mind. Such things didn't matter.
"I created it!" Her eyes flashed angrily. The horses ran into the water, drowning themselves, but she didn't notice. "And now they try to trick me... fool me... they've ruined it."
Which was true. The movie was such a good idea... they would watch it. They would hear her. But they wouldn't understand what it meant. And they would die.
But now they did understand. And that, unfortunately, made her oh-so brilliant sceme not-so-brilliant.
"Half of them don't even know what they're watching... they don't even believe... none of them even understand what it means!"
That too was true. That woman, the one who Samara had thought was her greatest assest had proved to be her greatest weakness. Rachel. She had told the woman she had handed it to what it meant... and told her what to do. The woman passed the message on... and on and on it went....
"They've tricked me. Those filthy bastard's tricked me!"
But not for long. None of them knew that, but not for long...
She would get them back. All she needed to do was wait just a little longer...