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Hello all, I decided to write a fanfiction for my favorite Sierra Game, Laura Bow. This game starts two years after Amon-Ra, in 1928…if Act One gets good feedback, I’ll post Act Two…enjoy!
Act One: Traveling Into Danger
Laura nervously sipped her tea as the boat rocked back and forth, moving it’s large hull through the blue ocean waves.
“Are you alright?” asked Steve. Laura looked up at her fiance, Steve Dorian, and tried to look happy.
“Yes, why would you think otherwise?” she questioned. Steve smiled.
“Love, I know when somethings wrong. Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon.” He assured her. Laura looked out the window and watched as the ocean rocked the cruiseliner from side to side. Steve and Laura’s room was a large one, with a living room and bedroom, paid for by Laura’s dad who sent them away to Paris as a pre-wedding gift. Sitting in the living room and looking out at the blue water around them made Laura nervous, since she had never been on a boat for so long.
“Sweety, you’ve escaped murderers and dodged cloaked figures…I think we can handle this?” Steve tried to comfort her, but it wasn’t working.
“No, it’s not the boat…well, partly, yes. But I just have that feeling, you know? That something may go wrong.” She said. The plantation and the museum quickly flashed through her mind, as she shuttered at the memory of all who were murdered.
Suddenly, the boat jerked, and everything seemed to stop. Laura’s tea went flying towards the window, and when it hit, the fragile tea cup shattered, leaving the window unharmed.
“What’s wrong? I told you something would happen!” She exclaimed.
“Sit here, I’m going to go and see what happened.” before Laura could say a word, he rushed out of the corrders, leaving Laura alone.
“What if…” Laura’s mind wandered…five minutes went by…
Suddenly, a knock was heard. Laura got up and looked through the peepwhole. Nothing.
Laura turned and walked back to the couch, getting her coat so she could go and look for steve. Then she heard something, like the sound of a bang. She walked towards the door and put her ear against it. She heard nothing.
Just then, the blade of an ax went flying through the wooden door, barely missing her face. Laura screamed, and rushed to the other side of the room. The door fell to pieces under the hacking of the ax, and figure with a Masqaurade mask jumped into the room. Laura screamed, but it fell on deaf ears. She took books that were strewn on the coffee table and thew them at the figure, but nothing helped as it just walked towards her, rusty ax in hand. then, Laura had to do it. She took the table held it infront of her as she ran through the glass, to lessen the impact. Her body flew through the air with glass all around her, and pieces of chippd oak from the coffe table darting to the ground. Laura hit the ground with such force that her world was shut down as she slowly faded into unconiousness…Feedback, por favor!
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Hello all, I decided to write a fanfiction for my favorite Sierra Game, Laura Bow. This game starts a month or so after Amon-Ra, …if Act One gets good feedback, I’ll post Act Two…enjoy!
Act One: Traveling Into Danger
Laura nervously sipped her tea as the boat rocked back and forth, moving it’s large hull through the blue ocean waves.
“Are you alright?” asked Steve. Laura looked up at her fiance, Steve Dorian, and tried to look happy.
“Yes, why would you think otherwise?” she questioned. Steve smiled.
“Love, I know when somethings wrong. Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon.” He assured her. Laura looked out the window and watched as the ocean rocked the cruiseliner from side to side. Steve and Laura’s room was a large one, with a living room and bedroom, paid for by Laura’s dad who sent them away to Paris as a pre-wedding gift. Sitting in the living room and looking out at the blue water around them made Laura nervous, since she had never been on a boat for so long.
“Sweety, you’ve escaped murderers and dodged cloaked figures…I think we can handle this?” Steve tried to comfort her, but it wasn’t working.
“No, it’s not the boat…well, partly, yes. But I just have that feeling, you know? That something may go wrong.” She said. The plantation and the museum quickly flashed through her mind, as she shuttered at the memory of all who were murdered.
Suddenly, the boat jerked, and everything seemed to stop. Laura’s tea went flying towards the window, and when it hit, the fragile tea cup shattered, leaving the window unharmed.
“What’s wrong? I told you something would happen!” She exclaimed.
“Sit here, I’m going to go and see what happened.” before Laura could say a word, he rushed out of the corrders, leaving Laura alone.
“What if…” Laura’s mind wandered…five minutes went by…
Suddenly, a knock was heard. Laura got up and looked through the peepwhole. Nothing.
Laura turned and walked back to the couch, getting her coat so she could go and look for steve. Then she heard something, like the sound of a bang. She walked towards the door and put her ear against it. She heard nothing.
Just then, the blade of an ax went flying through the wooden door, barely missing her face. Laura screamed, and rushed to the other side of the room. The door fell to pieces under the hacking of the ax, and figure with a Masqaurade mask jumped into the room. Laura screamed, but it fell on deaf ears. She took books that were strewn on the coffee table and thew them at the figure, but nothing helped as it just walked towards her, rusty ax in hand. then, Laura had to do it. She took the table held it infront of her as she ran through the glass, to lessen the impact. Her body flew through the air with glass all around her, and pieces of chippd oak from the coffe table darting to the ground. Laura hit the ground with such force that her world was shut down as she slowly faded into unconiousness…Feedback, por favor!
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Act Two: The Killing Club
Light. A light shined. Slowly, Laura rubbed her eyes, but the light still stayed as it was. The light faded, and Laura slowly slipped back into her rest.
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Startled, Laura sat up quickly and looked around. She sat in a bed, and surrounding her was equpiment of which she had never seen before. She looked at her wrist. A metal band had been placed around it. She felt the room rocking from side to side. She looked up and saw Steve in the doorway.
“Thank God you’re alright.” He whispered, as he came and sat on the bed next to her.
“What…what happened?” she asked. The last thing she remembered was grabbing the coffee table and throwing herself out of the window.
“We found you unconcious, on the deck below our suite.” Steve looked at her in the eyes. Laura suddenly realized what Steve was thinking.
“Oh God Steve! It was horrible! I was being chased! I was about to be killed!” Laura didn’t know what else to say.
“Yes, that’s what we suspected. We found an ax lying by the broken window.” Steve hugged Laura, but Laura pulled away.
“Did you catch them?” Laura asked.
Steve hesitated. He didn’t want to upset Laura in anyway.
“No…” Steve looked as Laura’s eyes widened. “But, we’re keeping you under heavy security.”
Laura looked out the small port hole to her left, and watched as the blue ocean passed them by.
“I’m not scared…I’m not.” Laura made herself brave again. “I want to go back to the room.”
“No, we have to stay here. I’ll stay with you.” Steve said, keeping her calm.
“No, I want to-” Laura was interupted when a gaurd walked into the room.
“Ms. Laura Bow?” He asked.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“This person who was chasing you, did they wear any type of mask to conceal their face?” The gaurd asked.
Laura thought. “No…noting…wait. Come to think of it, yes. It looked like a masqurade mask.”
“Just what we thought. We found the mask outside of a man’s room. When we went inside, he had more in his chest, and his prop ax, along with a prop sword were missing. So, he’s in custody, and everything is fine.” The gaurd left, leaving Steve and Laura speechless.
“See, everythings alright.” Steve said.
But Laura knew better. After being in situations like this one, her senses told her differently.
“Steve, don’t you see? This is too easy to be real. No, no. This is a set up. The person who did this is still out there…” Laura trailed off. From the port hole, she could see the docks looming ahead…and Paris was within grasp.* * *
Steve and Laura got into the taxi, and as their luggage was being loaded, Laura looked out the window. The supposed man who attacked Laura was being dragged down the ship’s ramp. She watched as he was shoved into a police vehicle, and drove off into the distance.
“I feel horrible for that man. They don’t even know if he actually did it!” Laura said.
Steve had closed his eyes and was already dosing by the time they go to the hotel. Laura awoke Steve, and the two stepped out onto the streets of Paris. The hotel, named “Chateu Folles”, was a marveling gem of architecture, and inside sat the five-star services that would accompany Steve and Laura. As the bell-hop took their luggage, Steve and Laura checked in. A cheery concierge named “Cher” welcomed them, and led them to their room on the eigth floor. The view was spectacular, and Laura couldn’t of been happier.When everything was finished being unpacked, Laura opened the bag with her toiletrees. Inside was an envelope. Steve looked over at Laura’s bag.
“Dear, what’s that?” He asked.
“I…I don’t know…a letter of some sort.” She said. She opened it, and hesitated to read it.“My Dearest Laura:
By now, you and Steve are enjoying yourself in Paris. But I have one more suprise in store. Tomorow, meet Mr. Pierre Gorchan at the “St. Royal Operahouse”. There, you will be greeted to an exclusive tour of the building, while the actors and actresses preform. Enjoy, my pumpkin.
With love,
Daddykins.”“Steve! Read it!” Laura yapped with excitement. As a child she always loved the theatre, and now, even as a grown-up, she felt like the little girl she used to be.
“This will be wonderful! Laura…wait a second…” Steve said.
“What?” Inquired Laura.
“We have to go today! This letter is off by a day!” Steve worried.
“How is that possible?” Laura asked.
“Remember when the boat stopped? When you were attacked? Well the boat’s anchor had broken, and accidently fallen to the sea floor. It gave us a delay…a delay of one whole day…so we have to go! Quick, get everything together!” Steve hurried Laura up.
Suddenly, a knock at the door was heard.
“Who is it?” Laura asked. No reply. Then a large envelope was slipped beneath the door and scurrying footsteps were heard.
“Probabbly from the front desk.” Steve said, as motioned over to pick the letter up.
He slowly opened it as Laura looked on, slipping on her shoes.
Steve dropped the envelope.
“Steve? What’s wrong?” She picked up the letter…Steve slowly looked on.
On the paper were a list of names unknown to Laura or Steve. All were crossed out. Except for one. One that was at the bottom. It was Laura’s. At the bottom, it read “Welcome to the Club”.
“What…what could this possibly mean?” Laura asked Steve. “Some sort of club?” She kept looking at the names.
Steve pointed at the top of the sheet. “Read the title…” He trailed off.
At the top, in dark red letters were the words:
“Kill”
Laura ripped up the paper. “Some horrible joke, that’s what it is. Let’s just get out of here and go to the Operahouse…we need fresh air.”
Steve didn’t move. “Laura, we need to tell someone.”
“Steve, don’t worry. We’re fine, we’re safe.” Laura walked out of the room, and Steve followed.But deep inside, Laura knew she wasn’t safe. Laura knew she wasn’t safe anywhere.
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Act Three: Chilled to the Bone
Laura opened the operhouse doors and was greeted by a tiny man with a pin stripe suit.
“You must be Laura…and you must be Steve!” He said. “Oh, where are my manners? I am Mr. Gorchan.”
Steve shook the man’s hand and Laura followed.
“Well, the tour must begin.” Mr. Gorchan said. Laura and Steve walked into the tremendous hall of the opera, full of marble and gold. Mr. Gorchan shut the large operahouse doors and quickly locked them. “We don’t want anyone else inside!” He joked.
“Who else is in here?” Laura asked. Her investigative instinct got the best of her.
“Me, you two, Madam Fifi, Sir Pierre and Madam LaLaurie.” Mr. Gorchan listed.
“Who are the last three you named?” Steve inquired.
“Oh, those are our actor and actresses. They’re currently in the theatre rehearsing.”
Mr. Gorchan lead them through the large room, and showed them everyhting. He finally neared a door, unlocked it, and when everyone entered, locked it again.
“This is the back stage, and leads directly to the stage.”
Laura could hear the voices of the man and women on the stage, singing a beautiful song. They journeyed into the old, dark backstage and saw the dressign rooms and prop rooms, lined with nostalgic memorabilia.
They finnaly exited through the curtains, and were greeted to the huge theatre, and lights shinging on them. Steve and Laura watched from across the stage at the singing angels who belted out the most wonderful tunes.
They stopped.
“Oh, why hello!” Sir Pierra said. Madam LaLaurie looked over, as did Madam FiFi.
Steve and Laura greeted each one of them.
“So, you are Laura?” Fifi asked.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“I heard of your past. Not to worry, all is calm and settle here!” Sir Pierre joked.
Little did everyone know, Laura was already dealing with a circumstance of her own.
“I must go freshen up in my dressing room. I shall return.” Madame LaLaurie walked off, leaving everyone behind.
Mr. Grochan hopped off the stage, and sat in one of the seats.
“Laura, Steve, come sit and enjoy Pierre and Fifi.”
Laura and Steve joined Mr. Grochan.
The actors sang more. Then, the spotlight shining on the two was quickly blacked out, as a figure walked past the light. Laura and Steve turned around and looked up at the light.
“What was that?!” Asked Laura.
Mr. Grochan looked unhappy. “How do I know? This theatre is locked! Even if someone got into the operahouse, all the doors into the theatre itself are sealed…no worries…probabbly a bat.”
“Oh, how comforting.” Fifi said from the stage.
Suddenly, a scream was heard. Everyone jumped up.
“It was LaLaurie!” shouted Pierre.
They all raced into the dressing room, but the door was locked.
“LALAURIE!” They all screamed. No anwser. They tried to break down the door, but nothign happened. They promptly took an old stage light that was broken off the floor and threw it towards the locked door. It smashed into pieces, and the group ran into the room, shatterd oak all over. In the middle of the room was a chest that was never there before.
“What…what is it?!” Steve cried.
Laura slowly walked towards it…she finally opened it. Her scream was defeaning…
They all looked inside.The acid-burnt skeleton of Madam LaLaurie lay there, pieces of flesh and muscle stil clinging to it.
Laura screamed and fell into Steve’s arms. Fifi began crying hysterically. Mr. Grochan just sat down, dazed. Pierre fell to his knees.
“Who could have…DONE such an awful thing?!” Cried Laura.“Someone else is here…in the theatre. You all stay here, me and Steve will go get help.” Mr. Grochan said.
“What? No!” Steve cried.
“Just come!!” Mr. Grochan yelled.
Steve and him ran to the main entrance. Mr. Grochan took out his keys…but the lock was cemented.
“Oh my god…!”
They ran to the back entrance. The same thing.
They realized they were stuck, and ran into the theatre, locking all the doors.
“Everyone into the seating area!”“We all must stay here. If we leave, we are in danger. At least now we’re safe. The killer is either in the lobby around the theatre, or inside. If we’re all together in open sight, we’re fine.” Mr. Grochan said to Fifi, Pierre, Steve and Laura, who sat in the seats, looking up at him. Mr. Grochan, standing on the stage, just finished his speech when out of the curtain behind him came and ax. It slice in the center of his head, and he fell to the ground, blood and brain matter surrouunding him. The screams were loud enough to shatter glass.
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I thought I would add some graphics to the story. Hope this is OK?
Troubled Laura
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