Post by ebonyviper on Apr 13, 2008 22:49:51 GMT -5
Lost Freedom Forever
DISCLAIMER: Cars and everything related to it belongs to Disney Pixar. Ebony and Savannah belong to me. Bart Grayston and Phoenix belong to Insane Pirate Dragon. No copyright infringement intended. This is just for fun.
SUMMARY: This is a sad, dark “What if” fanfiction that I've decided to write. Related to the Springtime Drive RP on Wingnut City. The question I asked myself was, “What if Ebony was never rescued from Grayston's clutches when he had kidnapped her and her daughter, Savannah?”
WARNING: Character death. I'm feeling a bit dark right now.
* * * * *
She had been crying for some time now, buried underneath the nightcovers that she had drapped over herself. It wasn't because she was a prisoner in this place, nor was it because she had given birth to Bart Grayston's daughter, but it was because it had been five days since she had been brought here. Nobody had come to her rescue. It was as if she had been forgotten.
Grayston had left her to her grief, but had reminded her that her so-called friends never cared about her or they would've been here in New York City and had gotten her out by now. He had magically locked the room, which had used to belong to his granddaughter, Phoenix. Now it belonged to Ebony and her daughter, Savannah.
“You should be over that by now,” came a gruff voice that made Ebony jump in fear.
She quickly poked her nose out from under the nightcover, staring with bitterness in her emerald green eyes at Grayston. “I hate you!” she half-growled, “You ruined my life!”
Grayston just smiled as he pulled into the room, “Now let's not start this argument again, Dear. We're married now and we shouldn't be fighting like this anyway. You signed the papers, remember? You belong to me now.”
Ebony's bitterness turned to fear as she watched the old, black Ford come toward her. She instinctively drew Savannah closer to her protectively. “No...”
“There will be none of that,” he told her as he came face to face with her, “Now go to our bedroom. I want to enjoy you again and again... and again.”
The choked back a sob as she wearily climbed off her sleeping pad, leaving her daughter nestled in the nightcovers as she went to Grayston's room, knowing what Grayston had in mind and what was coming next. She lay herself down on the soft, velvet pad and awaited to Ford. Her spirit was completely broken as she couldn't do anything to escape this hell that she was now living.
Grayston appeared in the room a moment later, coming up alongside her, and began to caress her side gently, trailing his antenna over to the Viper's large shogun wing. This caused her to shudder involuntarily, repulsed by the touch. Even if Grayston enjoyed this, Ebony did not.
She automatically sensed what he wanted to do next and shut her eyes tightly as she felt his weight on her. Ebony only let our a small whimper and wishing that this session isn't going to last as long as the previous one he had with her.
* * * * *
Two hour later, the Viper limped back into her room and climbed onto her sleeping pad, burrowing back under the nightcovers and lay there crying silently. She had never wanted this at all, but there was no escaping it. Grayston already legally owned her. She belonged to him now. She was his toy to play with whenever he wanted pleasure.
After a moment, she stopped crying and looked down at her daughter, who was snuggled against her fender. Savannah was all that she had left to brighten her dark world right now. But, how long was Ebony going to be able to keep the little Ford GT with her before Grayston took her away and started teaching her magic?
It's just not right, she thought sadly to herself, This wasn't supposed to happen. I-I didn't plan for this at all.
A feeling of utter loneliness welled up deep inside of her, causing fresh tears to fall down her sides. Reality hit her like a brick. She now realized that she was never going to get free of Grayston and her spikes would be useless against the old Ford's magic.
The room that he had put her in was like a prison. It was very bland, with cracks in some areas of the unpainted walls, and there was not even a window in which she could look out of to watch life below go by without her. Of course, Grayston didn't want her to get any ideas about escaping his New York City Penthouse.
I might as well be dead to everyone else now... she thought sadly.
Finally, the Viper had cried herself to sleep, warn out by her grief, fear, and loss of freedom.
* * * * *
The next day, after finding out that Ebony had become sick during the night, Grayston had called for a doctor to come check up on her. He was told by a frightened Geo doctor that it'll take the Viper a week to to get over what she had come down with.
Ebony was left alone to recover, but Grayston had taken Savannah from her. It was prevented her from contaminating her daughter with her illness. It wasn't something that she liked, but she could do nothing about it.
The recovery was another kind of slow torture that she could nothing about. As she lay in an almost constant stupor, she had fever dreams. At least they took her away from the reality she called her living nightmare. There she was safe... for a little while anyway. But whenever she woke up, the reality would return.
It took her nearly forever to get better, but at times she would wish that her illness would get so bad that she would die from it. But Grayston had other plans for her that he did not even let her think like that.
Ebony had no other choice.
* * * * *
Years passed and Ebony tried to instill as much moral lessons into her daughter as possible before Grayston took the GT girl away to what was known as the training room. When Savannah came back, she wouldn't tell her mother what had gone on in there, but sported a few scars on her sides. It was as if Grayston wanted to keep his activities a secret from Ebony.
Ebony rarely had enough time to spend with her daughter even after Savannah's “training sessions” were over. As always, Grayston would order the Viper to his room where he would have his way with her. She could not do anything about it at all.
She began to grow weaker as she grew older, and she no longer having the strength to fight back. Her daughter was turning out to be of not help of comfort at all to her. Savannah was being turned away from her mother by Grayston, who did not want her to have any kind of relationship with Ebony at all.
Ebony had watched with shock and sorrow as her daughter became even more cold and distant toward her. She was now only referred to as “that Viper” and not as her mother anymore.
She hates me now... Ebony thought wearily and sadly, Grayston has succeeded in destroying my life... I don't think I can go on any longer...
The Viper's black paint had begun to fade to a dull gray and it no longer shone. Her sides were covered with scars caused by lightning bolts thrown at her whenever she had defied Grayston's wishes.
Her spikes and modifications had been removed and the only indication that she was still tuned was under her hood. Her normally sharp emerald green eyes were dulled and subservient, as well as exhausted and feverish.
And that, unfortunately, spelled doom for the fifteen years of free shelter and food courtesy of Grayston. She was no longer of any use to the old, black Ford as she no longer could provide any more pleasure to him anymore.
“Please...” she whimpered weakly, “I don't want to die... I want to live...”
Grayston glared down at the Viper, making her cringe under his cold gaze, “Don't worry. I won't waste my energy killing a useless piece of scrap like you.”
The insult still hurt Ebony, but she just felt ashamed of her tuner heritage now. There was nothing that she could do about it now. She kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to meet Grayston's cold, pale blue eyes.
* * * * *
The next thing she knew, she was back out on the street again. She was back at Square One, broke, alone, and homeless. And her poor health was beginning to fail her as she was older now.
Ebony knew that she wasn't going to live much longer because of her failing health. She limped slowly down the street to an abandoned warehouse and settled there.
She accepted her fate now, laying there waiting for the end to come. The first of her senses to go was her vision, which left her surrounded by inky darkness, though her other senses stayed with her for a little while longer. She didn't have her spikes to protect her as she now looked like an ordinary Viper.
Her breathing was becoming more shallow and raspy. She knew what was coming next. Her death.
It was then that her hearing faded out completely, then her sense of smell disappeared. This was it. Ebony now slowly lifted her lifeless eyes to the heavens, silently praying to the Manufacturer to make her death as painless as possible.
After a few minutes her eyes rolled up to her roof and her eyeshades slid shut forever. Finally, she exhaled one last time and went still.
Ebony's life had come full circle, but it was not a happy one. She had been alone growing up and she had died alone. Nobody cried for her, nor did they care for an insignificant tuner like her. She was only a lost soul who had never found happiness.
Her body was never discovered in the old warehouse as it burned down just two days after her death. No trace of her existed anymore. She was only ashes scattered with the dust of the wind now.
The End
DISCLAIMER: Cars and everything related to it belongs to Disney Pixar. Ebony and Savannah belong to me. Bart Grayston and Phoenix belong to Insane Pirate Dragon. No copyright infringement intended. This is just for fun.
SUMMARY: This is a sad, dark “What if” fanfiction that I've decided to write. Related to the Springtime Drive RP on Wingnut City. The question I asked myself was, “What if Ebony was never rescued from Grayston's clutches when he had kidnapped her and her daughter, Savannah?”
WARNING: Character death. I'm feeling a bit dark right now.
* * * * *
She had been crying for some time now, buried underneath the nightcovers that she had drapped over herself. It wasn't because she was a prisoner in this place, nor was it because she had given birth to Bart Grayston's daughter, but it was because it had been five days since she had been brought here. Nobody had come to her rescue. It was as if she had been forgotten.
Grayston had left her to her grief, but had reminded her that her so-called friends never cared about her or they would've been here in New York City and had gotten her out by now. He had magically locked the room, which had used to belong to his granddaughter, Phoenix. Now it belonged to Ebony and her daughter, Savannah.
“You should be over that by now,” came a gruff voice that made Ebony jump in fear.
She quickly poked her nose out from under the nightcover, staring with bitterness in her emerald green eyes at Grayston. “I hate you!” she half-growled, “You ruined my life!”
Grayston just smiled as he pulled into the room, “Now let's not start this argument again, Dear. We're married now and we shouldn't be fighting like this anyway. You signed the papers, remember? You belong to me now.”
Ebony's bitterness turned to fear as she watched the old, black Ford come toward her. She instinctively drew Savannah closer to her protectively. “No...”
“There will be none of that,” he told her as he came face to face with her, “Now go to our bedroom. I want to enjoy you again and again... and again.”
The choked back a sob as she wearily climbed off her sleeping pad, leaving her daughter nestled in the nightcovers as she went to Grayston's room, knowing what Grayston had in mind and what was coming next. She lay herself down on the soft, velvet pad and awaited to Ford. Her spirit was completely broken as she couldn't do anything to escape this hell that she was now living.
Grayston appeared in the room a moment later, coming up alongside her, and began to caress her side gently, trailing his antenna over to the Viper's large shogun wing. This caused her to shudder involuntarily, repulsed by the touch. Even if Grayston enjoyed this, Ebony did not.
She automatically sensed what he wanted to do next and shut her eyes tightly as she felt his weight on her. Ebony only let our a small whimper and wishing that this session isn't going to last as long as the previous one he had with her.
* * * * *
Two hour later, the Viper limped back into her room and climbed onto her sleeping pad, burrowing back under the nightcovers and lay there crying silently. She had never wanted this at all, but there was no escaping it. Grayston already legally owned her. She belonged to him now. She was his toy to play with whenever he wanted pleasure.
After a moment, she stopped crying and looked down at her daughter, who was snuggled against her fender. Savannah was all that she had left to brighten her dark world right now. But, how long was Ebony going to be able to keep the little Ford GT with her before Grayston took her away and started teaching her magic?
It's just not right, she thought sadly to herself, This wasn't supposed to happen. I-I didn't plan for this at all.
A feeling of utter loneliness welled up deep inside of her, causing fresh tears to fall down her sides. Reality hit her like a brick. She now realized that she was never going to get free of Grayston and her spikes would be useless against the old Ford's magic.
The room that he had put her in was like a prison. It was very bland, with cracks in some areas of the unpainted walls, and there was not even a window in which she could look out of to watch life below go by without her. Of course, Grayston didn't want her to get any ideas about escaping his New York City Penthouse.
I might as well be dead to everyone else now... she thought sadly.
Finally, the Viper had cried herself to sleep, warn out by her grief, fear, and loss of freedom.
* * * * *
The next day, after finding out that Ebony had become sick during the night, Grayston had called for a doctor to come check up on her. He was told by a frightened Geo doctor that it'll take the Viper a week to to get over what she had come down with.
Ebony was left alone to recover, but Grayston had taken Savannah from her. It was prevented her from contaminating her daughter with her illness. It wasn't something that she liked, but she could do nothing about it.
The recovery was another kind of slow torture that she could nothing about. As she lay in an almost constant stupor, she had fever dreams. At least they took her away from the reality she called her living nightmare. There she was safe... for a little while anyway. But whenever she woke up, the reality would return.
It took her nearly forever to get better, but at times she would wish that her illness would get so bad that she would die from it. But Grayston had other plans for her that he did not even let her think like that.
Ebony had no other choice.
* * * * *
Years passed and Ebony tried to instill as much moral lessons into her daughter as possible before Grayston took the GT girl away to what was known as the training room. When Savannah came back, she wouldn't tell her mother what had gone on in there, but sported a few scars on her sides. It was as if Grayston wanted to keep his activities a secret from Ebony.
Ebony rarely had enough time to spend with her daughter even after Savannah's “training sessions” were over. As always, Grayston would order the Viper to his room where he would have his way with her. She could not do anything about it at all.
She began to grow weaker as she grew older, and she no longer having the strength to fight back. Her daughter was turning out to be of not help of comfort at all to her. Savannah was being turned away from her mother by Grayston, who did not want her to have any kind of relationship with Ebony at all.
Ebony had watched with shock and sorrow as her daughter became even more cold and distant toward her. She was now only referred to as “that Viper” and not as her mother anymore.
She hates me now... Ebony thought wearily and sadly, Grayston has succeeded in destroying my life... I don't think I can go on any longer...
The Viper's black paint had begun to fade to a dull gray and it no longer shone. Her sides were covered with scars caused by lightning bolts thrown at her whenever she had defied Grayston's wishes.
Her spikes and modifications had been removed and the only indication that she was still tuned was under her hood. Her normally sharp emerald green eyes were dulled and subservient, as well as exhausted and feverish.
And that, unfortunately, spelled doom for the fifteen years of free shelter and food courtesy of Grayston. She was no longer of any use to the old, black Ford as she no longer could provide any more pleasure to him anymore.
“Please...” she whimpered weakly, “I don't want to die... I want to live...”
Grayston glared down at the Viper, making her cringe under his cold gaze, “Don't worry. I won't waste my energy killing a useless piece of scrap like you.”
The insult still hurt Ebony, but she just felt ashamed of her tuner heritage now. There was nothing that she could do about it now. She kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to meet Grayston's cold, pale blue eyes.
* * * * *
The next thing she knew, she was back out on the street again. She was back at Square One, broke, alone, and homeless. And her poor health was beginning to fail her as she was older now.
Ebony knew that she wasn't going to live much longer because of her failing health. She limped slowly down the street to an abandoned warehouse and settled there.
She accepted her fate now, laying there waiting for the end to come. The first of her senses to go was her vision, which left her surrounded by inky darkness, though her other senses stayed with her for a little while longer. She didn't have her spikes to protect her as she now looked like an ordinary Viper.
Her breathing was becoming more shallow and raspy. She knew what was coming next. Her death.
It was then that her hearing faded out completely, then her sense of smell disappeared. This was it. Ebony now slowly lifted her lifeless eyes to the heavens, silently praying to the Manufacturer to make her death as painless as possible.
After a few minutes her eyes rolled up to her roof and her eyeshades slid shut forever. Finally, she exhaled one last time and went still.
Ebony's life had come full circle, but it was not a happy one. She had been alone growing up and she had died alone. Nobody cried for her, nor did they care for an insignificant tuner like her. She was only a lost soul who had never found happiness.
Her body was never discovered in the old warehouse as it burned down just two days after her death. No trace of her existed anymore. She was only ashes scattered with the dust of the wind now.
The End
