Now remember, as you read this that it is a rough draft and I am still in the process of writing and editing....enjoy!


part of Chapter 1(this may not be the actual first chapter it depends on the final edit):

All I can tell you is that it is a lifeless room; the cracks in the green painted plaster makes it seem abandoned, almost forsaken. The only furnishings in the room is a long worn table, which at one time had been a gleaming mahogany color, a set of four decaying leather chairs atop a salmon colored broken tiled floor. There are two sorrowful windows whose moth eaten curtains appear to be clinging with only a few shreds of fabric; the other side adorns a matching set of iron bars. There was also a single chair sitting dead center of the room. The first thing you notice upon entering the room is continual whirring scream from a neglected old ceiling fan, it produces the kind of sound that would drive the sanest and most patient person over the edged of a cliff. It wobbles so violently that at any moment it would fly away and escape from its current confinement.
On this day the four occupants of the decaying chairs enters the room single file to take their seats behind the once illustrious table. In their hands they each carry black leather briefcases which by coincidence matched and made them all appear as lifeless clones. Though each of the four, one being a woman, looked ridged and full of unsure sorrow, they were only human, each with a story to tell. Margery T. Hildebrand, unmarried, was not a particularly a good specimen of her sex due to the fact that any given time she was often mistaken for a man. Such occurrences tended to happen upon entering the lady’s room, or a lonely drink at the pub. Margery had very broad shoulders, a square face, and jet black hair that she gathered rather closely in a tight bun on the top part of her head. The other three were naturally of the male persuasion, all wearing rather sad looking suits, which seemed to match the moth eaten curtains. Mister John R. Thistleton III was a balding and particularly gray person, who was of a much more bachelor nature than his male counterparts, which you could see by the void of a ring on his left hand, and the fact that his socks didn’t match. Sundays he visited his graying Mother, Frieda Thisleton, to have tea and watch Masterpiece Theater at the retirement center where she currently resides. The other two men being of the unhappily married sort, a Mister George Q. Kingston, a very whipped and stubborn fellow, looked as if order was the cornerstone of his sad existence. He had the bad habit of staying at work late with his rather naive secretary, who proudly boasted to having once been crowned Miss Butter Churn at a county fair. The next a Mister Herbert E. Jones, about mid thirties, in the stages of divorce, recently realized that after ten years of marriage and no kids, he is putting his lawyer’s children through college due to the sad custody battle for his beloved bulldog Bruno.
Now as they were taking their seats, I was being escorted in by two stern looking fellows in uniforms of the security guard persuasion, cop wannabes. My restraint was not only shackles but also a special headgear, which was not for my protection. The headgear was, oddly enough, for the benefit of those around me. I guess you can say that I am average looking, and about an average height with reddish brown hair, a round oval face. I wouldn’t call myself a beauty, if you had passed me on the street you probably wouldn’t notice me, and if your eyes did cross my path, well my looks wouldn‘t be the captivating part about me. I tend to wear my hair short, the hair line just barely grazing the edge of my chin, which ironically makes the wear of the head gear more comfortable.
I entered the room and took my seat in the fifth chair and stared straight ahead, not even bothering to take in any of the rooms few characteristics. I was very familiar with this room and the objects both living and the non, having already had a parole hearing about five and a half years ago in front of the very same people. I sat and stared on, and made no attempts to look at those who would dare deny me freedom and my chance at seeking revenge for my captivity. The room lay still and quiet except for the fan, which continued to wobble violently screaming. It was the only sound in the room, until Mr. Thistleton III cleared his throat and began to speak. He had such a mundane voice; he seemed to drone on to the point of inducing slumber. “Now Miss Star, we shall begin.” Said Mr.Thiselton, who once again took to the task of being the spokesmen for the parole board, “Ms. Hildervan, will you switch on the recorder so we may go on record to make this hearing official. Today is Monday July 19th, 2012 and the time is 2:37 pm. And we begin the parole hearing for Astrid Star AKA Stargazer,” He directed his self towards me. “Miss Star you have been charged with crimes against humanity and the attempt world domination, as you well know and as we have stated before on record that you were foiled in this attempt and apprehended by the valiant super hero (Jack‘s s/h name), on May 14th, 2001. A surge of hate and loathing flooded her mind as he spoke. (Jack’s s/h name) was the reason she was here, that bumbling idiot. I can’t believe he was able to overcome me. And for the last five years I’ve been locked up, does he know the hell I’m in. He doesn’t realize, that ingrate, what I’ve done for him, I made him who he is. He needs me. He had better hope that I never get out of here. I was so intent on my plots for revenge that I didn’t realize that Mr. Thiselton III had grown quiet and was now staring at me along with the other board members.
“Well what do you have to say in your defense?” I sat there for a moment, and then looked in to their pathetic faces of the only four beings in the world who would once again decide her fate. I gathered my thoughts and answered as emotionless and sarcastically as I could, “I only wish to be a normal and active member of society. Working to better the world for those around me, and create world peace. I no longer wish for world domination or to be of harm. As to Kinetic, I wish to thank him for my capture, and for enabling me to realize the error of my ways.” As I spoke the only thing on my mind was how sweet it would be to exact my revenge on those who were responsible for my captivity and imprisonment.
Mr. Thiselton III began to speak, “Now for the record this is your second hearing, the first took place five and half years ago on January 5th, 2006 and was denied, because the board felt that you were still a threat to yourself, to society, and mankind. Now having reviewed your files and the notes, from Dr. Knickols, on the new rehab program, and having spoken with Dr. Knickols about your therapy sessions, the opinion of this panel is that you Astrid Star that with the assurances from Dr. Knickols you will be able to successfully reenter into society. However, the board has not forgotten your little stunt with your previous caretaker Dr. Carter.