There are some things that we will never understand. Quests we must go on that never seem to show a true result, people we’ve known since childhood but never truly met, obstacles we overcome but never truly see the reasoning behind them.

And that is life. Simply that.

But in reality… life is far from simple.

Nothing is simple in reality… not a single thing… Least of all…love.

-Faking Fate-

Written by Kyla Miller

February 15th, 2007

February 22nd, 2007

Years ago, Virginia O’Connor disappeared in the middle of a war. Nearly eight years later, her best friend, Viola Gunner stumbles upon a cemetery where a man from their pasts sits beside a grave. But there’s the story he’s going to tell her. One for the history books… a true testimony of love.

Long ago, nestled between two mountains sat a small village. As time went on, however, the small village grew. When the time came for the villagers to become educated, three newcomers took on the task and built a small schoolhouse in which to teach them.

The newcomers shared the responsibilities of teaching them as well as the responsibilities of a schoolmaster. The villagers welcomed the school and the workers it brought into their humble village.

Never could they have expected what would happen in their town in the far and distant future. Never could they have expected all the pain and heartache and loss. All because of the school.

A pale face appeared from under the blankets, strands of long, red hair peaking out. Soft blue eyes fluttered open and a sigh escaped from her mouth. The young woman sat up and pushed her hair back with long, calloused fingers.

Smiling, the girl slipped out of her bed, sliding her pink-painted toenails into fuzzy, blue slippers. With a happy sigh, she walked to her bedroom door and opened it and shivered as cold air hit her bare legs. Shaking her head, she took her fuzzy blue robe off the hook on the back of the door, covering her nearly naked body as she walked into the hall.

“Keep it cold enough?” she muttered to herself as she walked down the cold and empty hall. She flipped on a pink light switch to turn on the hall light and sighed in exasperation when the light did not flicker on.

“Adam? Ray?” she called, knocking on her brother’s door. She tried the doorknob when no one answered, but it was locked.

“Viola? Sam?” she called at the door across the hall. She tried to open the door but found it again to be locked. Confused and a little scared, she walked down the hall to the stairs and went down, opening the door at the bottom that led to the kitchen.

The kitchen was bathed in a strange blue light, different from the usual soft colors from the night-light by the sink. The teenager just pulled her robe tighter and tried the light switch next to the door. At first she thought the power had gone out because of a storm, but the idea was soon ripped from her mind when she realized the strange blue light was moonlight.

There was not a single cloud in the sky.

“Adam? Ray?” she called again, walking around the kitchen and into the dining room fast, searching for anyone else as her heart raced and her breathing became labored.

“Miss Gunner?” a male voice asked from behind her. She spun in surprise and nearly hit the owner of the voice. A tall man with long, blond hair and dark gray eyes stood in front of her, a devilish smirk on his face and a long, shiny pistol in his left hand. She froze, too scared to even think as he rose the gun to her chest.

“Miss O’Connor. Even better.” The man said as he pulled the trigger and laughed as she fell to the ground. She gasped for air as the sound of the gunshot reverberated in her ears.

“Don’t worry… I am far from done with you, Virginia. Far from done.” He whispered to her, casing his gun in its holster and lifting her in his arms.

She didn’t have enough strength to struggle as he brought her to his waiting car, placing her in the backseat and strapping her in. He drove away from her house and out of the countryside, all the while rubbing his hands along the bloody surface of a small piece of metal pinned to his shirtfront engraved with two words… ‘Police Department’.