Cynthia Kiss/ Living Death
This story is actually my screen name's story...i will break it up into parts, this will tell you how Walkingdead AKA cynthia kiss came into being. :-) Hope you like it. :-)
Living death is what i am, a life that posesses my soul. a death witch i went through was painful and no one could understand, not how i died, but who killed me. my love in my second life killed me like no one could understand, he killed my spirit as i lived her hurt me mentally and physically. He killed my children and yet i loved him. afraid if i left him he would kill me to, that was until he frammed me for my daughters death. he told the police that i got up in teh middle of the night and killed her, because i was anoyed with her crying. it was him he got up and smuther my baby, he killed her and i paid! so he paid next, i got out of jail five years later and he was with my friend Tasha, well i made them pay god did i ever.
I found them one day they were just in there house and i let myself in and i guess andrew wasn't expecting me to come in with my new found friends. we called ourselves the Red Riders and we made sure no one would ever find out what had happened at this house. I owned the Red Riders and my number one Man and new boy friend skull hung Andrew up by his feet and i did the rest.....
"Skull you know what to do with her." He smiled at me. he raped her, i laughed and i knew i would leave her broken and humilated but Andrew i wouldn't let him get off easy. "Now you'll pay andrew, for me, for our children that you murderd!" he Looked nervous, i rememberd his face and his fear as i took out the knife. smiled and made him watch tasha be raped he yelled and screamed no one heard him on the account he moved so far into the country side. "Now you'll pay for Solan, maria, and Kathrine you bastard!" when skull was done with her i made tasha watch as i torcherd him til his death. the i burned her down with tasha still alive burning screaming. i revaled in the screams and i hate to amit i like killing.
So the years passed and i was now a wanted killer known by all the towns and i was afraid. but i would not let my men know my fear, i could not. or they to would kill me. so i killed, through my charm, and i to stole. life was great until one of the biggest hiest would bring me and my entire men to our deaths.
It was spring and we planned on looting a wagon. it was the last mistake that we ever made. Ross was my Information guy, he told us what we should to succed. what would be protecting the loot or who. in this case it would be a who, a group of Men with shoot guns would be surrounding it as the coach stopped we did not expect that, and neathier did ross.
"You said it wasn't being gaurded, that it would be no hassle."
"I was wrong."
"yes you were, and now you'll pay! lets get out of here."
"Look its the Red Riders! get them!" finally they caught us, i couldn't let that happen so i took out my gun and shot at them, i hit two, killed one. but they were on us and we were done, and we lost. we were taken to trial and sentence to five years of hard labor, i was sentanced more. For the murder of my husband, i was to be hanged
"Please for give me jesus i was a good person, do not cast me into the fire, the depts of hell for a human mistake. i will love honnor and cherish my life, get out of my past and change my ways, please."
That is what i begged of jesus that night witch by the way never came true, three nights later i was hung and tossed into the pits of hell for my crimes.
but lets go back into the past, my long forgotten past before my chance of redemption, back when jesus christ's apposiles were alive and well. when jesus was crusified, i was there watching and crying. i hated those men those evil people for what they did to my jesus, but i heard him talk to the virgin mother and tell her not to cry. so i knew not to ethier.
I went home to tend to my sick family and when i got home they were dead, my life was broken. my husband, my three children, dead. I locked my self away into my home, and never left. my friends came tried to reason but i didn't listen. they were afraid of what might come out of me not eating that i would die. so they took me to live with this man, his name was Hama. He got me to speak he told me that everything would be alright that is i believed in god that he would help me.
its was hard but i know that i must work out my sorrow so i listened to what he said. "my child, it is ok to be sad, but now is the time to end the pain. come sit here." he was so kind but i was not sure of him just yet. But he gave me tea and told me to close my eyes and imagine myself in a far off place, a place where i could forget all of my troubles, and when i did. They went away. they melted, yes there were time of hate, when i hated myself and tried to do the most terrible things but Hama would comfort me.
Soon me and Hama were more then friends, it was my fault i forced my needs on him. he went along with it. his four other wives were intrgued at my forcefulness, but i was unsure when they joined in. the first time i was frightened, scared mostly. but i got to like it. i was now his and my friends were again worried that i have forgotten my children, and husband. i never vistied there graves to pay my respect and that worried them.
"please Hama i must go. i cannot stay with you anymore. people they talk, about what i've become. they say i am a harlot, that i disgrace my Families name. that you and your wifes are hores."
"My dear do not care what they think. they think with a closed mind they don't understand what i am or what we do, or why we do it. but i will tell you what you may leave, but whenever you wish you may return." he kissed my lips and sent me away. he was smiling because he knew i would be back, and he was right.
The next day i was back and I told him why. "They Shun me Hama, They called me a harlot, They burned my house down and even my own friends turned there back on me!" he conforted me, kissed my cheek gentally. I missed that. the genatlness of his ways. but its all over now
"Darling It is nothing. do not let them bother you. They do not understand our love."
"It does bother me Hama, they hate me i've always beened loved by the people." i started to cry. He held me close and we sat that way for a long time.
one night as Hama, Me, And his wives slept we heard the voices of angry men. Hama told me too take his children and wives to the cave, and i did not argue. we went, the children cried. "Shh children it will be ok." I assured them, but i wasn't sure myself.
"Cynthia will Hama be ok?" Herata asked me. Herata was his first wife, she was known for her wisdom i was wondering why she asked me.
"I am not sure Herata, what do you think."
"For the first time my friend, i am not sure." She Pointes to the cave as we spotted it over the dunes
We never saw Hama again he disapeard, we new if we went back we would be killed or worse sold as slaves to the Roman's. so Herata told us that we must be strong to make out way into the Next town and live there, and no one must know who we use to be or that Hama was there father, but it wasn't going to be easy.
We Never Arrived to the next city, we Traveled and when night came A few of Hama's Servants Set up Tents and Fires. Us women were Left alone as the men went off in search of food for the next day, they never came back. so Left and as we did so, to caravan Road by and surrounded us.
"Look Who it is Herata where is you Master." she remained silent, in the back of the carvan i saw People, people in rag clothes and Dirty faces, women and children. "look she has nothing to say." He Laughed. who was this man and who were these people? "We were just about the collect our money, where is Hama?" Still she said nothing.