A FF made by all...

Ok this is kind of a crazy idea I had but maybe will work, "Lady Raymond" I put you in charge of looking after this topic with care LOL!

So the idea is: All of us here in this forum will write a FF together... how?.. simple, witch one of us will write a bit of it and post here... can be even just one sentence, but must make sense with the rest of the text of the members, to the point of writing a full story!

The only rule is the common rules of this forum... and no joking arround!

So lets begin!

My turn now...

"It was the eve of Oscar's duel, André couldn’t sleep, and he was worried about the next day the idea of loosing Oscar in a stupid pistols duel was too much for him to bare. The house was too much quiet... There was a feeble light coming out the General Jarjayes office. André notice him sit down on his old chair smoking calmly his pipe. "How could he stay like that calm and firm as a rock, wend his youngest daughter would face a probable death in the early morning?!" André felt anger growing inside. And stepped inside the office... (....)

Your turn...

Cool wind blowed thorough the big windows and touched General Jarjayes face. He sat quietly in his office. His face was so calm but who could understand the inside, there was no peace in his mind. As he looked at his wife's picture in front of him, the guilt was ran thorough his vein. What would he do with his daughter? Her life was risk, who knew what would be happen tomorrow? What he could do for her now? "My dearest daughter, Oscar..." Because the house was very quiet; General Jarjayes could easily hear everything. He heard the footstep and then he turned his face to the door, Andre was entering...

It isn't that good. Sorry Patt, that is all I can think now

André - he said - you still awake?! - Silence rose between the two men - You must hate me... no don't say a word André, I know you do - he sighed - And really I don't blame you at all! - He exhaled the smoke from his pipe.
- Master... you can stop this! This is insane! It must be some law that...
- HONOR, does not follows rules, André! Óscar did what any righteous one would do... Do you think that I don't care for her, that I don't love her?! I do! And I do fear the coming of tomorrow morning sunrise, where instead of darling daughter to hug I will have a cold corpse to cry over!
André walked near the window in silence, he eared General taking something from a shelf. André looked to the small box in his hands.
- This was from my Father. - He opened the box - He gave them to me in my first duel, I was 17. (...)"


Your turn now... c'mon guys! You can do it!

In the box were two old worked pistols. Despite the gloom, André could see them glistening with the ominous eyes of Death. He stopped to breathe. Weren't there any way to stop this nightmare?

"Bring them to Oscar tomorrow, André, I... I can... not do it myself. I..."

He just put the heavy box in André's hand and turned precipitedly to the window. André did not move for a while. Feeling this dreadful present in his hands, he could not help but think he could use now and save Oscar. Yes, he could bring destruction and deathand tear his beloved one from this crual fate. He would just have to press on the trigger. The General was not facing him, he was so worried about the morrow... it would be so easy.....


Well sorry my sentences must sometimes be strange...

"In André's mind a battle toke place... so easy... it would be!
- No I can't...
- Did you said something André?!
- No Master... I... will do what You ask me sir!...
General Jarjayes returned to his chair and light up his pipe once more.
André bow and left the office with a weigh in his heart. "Dear Oscar... I will not endure to loose you... I must do something" In his room he opened the wooden box and he touched the pistols, tomorrow one of them will shoot a deadly bullet, that could not miss her target! André toke one of the pistols in his hand, was quite heavy for a handgun...
- One bullet... just one shot is all that I need!... (...)

Is great Lady Raymond so
Next please... LOL

Andre would drift off unless he felt something thouch his face. As he looked at it; it was an oak leaf. The windows of his room were opened and wind blowed thorough inside and it took leaves into his room. There were many oak leaves on the floor and Andre looked at them. Somehow he saw Oscar's face... She was smiling, her hand was reaching to him before she fell down. Then his room became bloody....

...Well it is quite far from the starting. Sorry about that...

... André suddenly awoke from his nightmare. He was covered in sweat, and shacking. Blood. He saw blood everywhere. Dawn had come and the red light of the rising sun had shade all the world around him with this ominous color.

The time had come to wake Oscar up, and send her to death."

"André got up in a rush, grab the wooden box and ran down stairs... he went to the stables, in dispair he saw that her horse was not there... no... she was gone already! André ran outside and he spoted Oscar near the old Oak tree, passing sadly her hand over the old log... childhood memories...
- André! You morron, you are late! - was Girodelle. - General Jarjayes ask me to retrive from you the box he gave you last night!...
- Is ok, Sir... I will give it to her! - he started to walk on Oscar's direction, but Girodelle stoped him in a rush rude way.
- NO! You stay there... the box please!
- I'm... - he felt anger growing inside, he closed his fist, that good for nothing Count.
- You both have too much atachments to each other is better that in such a dangerous situation she dont see you Andre... please... understand!
André nooded his head, and gived the box to Girodelle. He smiled puting his hand on André shoulder.
- Dont worry... I will be with her!
He saw them leaving for that stupid duel, - "no Oscar I will not let you die..." - he put his hand on his pocket and toke off one the twin pistols..."

Sorry for this quite late post but I didn't had time....

André discretly followed Oscar and Girodelle to the place of the duel. Hidden in a growth of bushes, he saw this horrible game beginning. As there only remains one gun in the box, the Duke took one of his own. Then, back to back with her adversary, Oscar walked slowly, pace after another, to her position.
In three meters, if she was not the first to fire she would...

Two meters.... One meter...

Unable to stand it anymore, André pointed his own gun on the Duke, and pressed on the trigger.

But nothing happened. The gun was not loaded. Then he understood. The General had willingly taken off the bullets so that if the Duke took this one he would have no chance to win. But Oscar too. He had given her one chance from two. One chance to live. One chance to live. It was the only thing he could do that will not tarnish his honor.

But André had ruined his plan. Now the Duke had an harmful gun in his hand and in a few seconds he will fire.

He did not think anymore. As he heard the shot, he threw himself between Oscar and the Duke, to protect her.

Then came the pain....

"Oscar’s gun plunged in to the ground as she saw in front of her a aggrieved André collapsing on his knees grabbing his chest with his hands, the first to fire... the first to fire... was Oscar not the Duke, that one stood freeze as ice with his arm pointing to the empty, shaking like leaves in a winter day!
Óscar in deep despair ran towards André:
- My God... nooo... André!!...
His blood was flowing in vivid red from his chest, he bounce his body up and down looking at Oscar's tear blinded eyes.
- Ós..Óscar... - he faints.
- André Noooo... Please NOOOooo.... wake up, wake up please!!! Victor, Victor bring the doctor, he is dyeing!!!...
- Óscar calm down! Please! – he hold her against him.
- Was my shot, my gun! I murdered him…is my best friend!
- He is still alive...
A carriage prompts from the woods, like the dogs from hell was unleashed after it, was the Queen, warned by the maids of that foolish gunfight, she also ran to prevent the worse... but for Óscar the worse was happening there, laying on her lap, saying farewell to existence… second by second..."

André remained extraordinary calm. He no longer hear Oscar's anguished screams. He had no remorse. He even think it was better... that he will die from the hand of his beloved Oscar. Yes... He was happy like that.

The world shrank into a single thundering sound, like torrent waters running furiously.

"It's the sound of my heart pouring my blood out of me. See Oscar, it's my love that runs on your hands. At last I can show it to you. And I'm in your arms now and I can hear your heart answering my passion in even mader tones. See, I love you. Don't let go of me. Never..."

His eyes were tired so he closed them for a little while. Just for a little while... But it was far more than a little while.

The doctor was coming, huffing and puffing, while Oscar laid sat staring blankly. Something suddenly missed in her heart.

"Óscar was white as snow looking to her bloody hands... was André's blood on them. She felt a pain inside her chest deeper than any bullet would make!
Luckily, the Queen take the wounded André inside her carriage after a quick observation of the doctor, back to Versailles Palace. The Royal Doctors were the best in the country they would sure save him. However, for Óscar even if they would nothing would change that despair inside her heart.
- Big moron... you are an idiot André... so stupid! Oooh, please don't you dare to leave me!...
Going up and down the long corridors of the palace, she felt so helpless. She could not pray no more or sit down.
Gerodelle was coming down the stairs Óscar's heart was pounding faster and faster in each step he take down in the staircase. Wend he finally came next to her he was in deep silence, in an impulse he hugged her, she stood freeze with her arms down and stern unable to move, she felt all life running away from her veins. No words was needed... what words could be said?!"

The world disappeared around Oscar. She tried desperatly to cling at Girodelle's blue gaze, but it was so far away, so far away. Like her innocence, her childhood... all the things that linked her to André suddenly no longer seem to exist. It could not be. She suddenly figured out what life would be now that he was no longer there, that she would never see his gentle smile again, never hear his voice calling her name... It was not life anymore. It was nothing...