Clarisse

A/N

This is a short story, and a fan fiction of Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury.

It is what I came up with on how Clarisse died.

Please be nice with your comments, this is my first time posting, and writing a story. Please be considerate when commenting.

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"Clarisse."

"Clarisse.."

"Clarisse, come out and play!"

As Clarisse starts tip toeing toward the door, she doesn't want to wake up her parents. They wouldn't want her going outside, they say it's a carzy unsafe place. They say they don't want her to get hurt. But she knows that no one would hurt her, she's the cazy 17 teen year old that rules the school.

As Clarisse is tip toeing toward the door, she hears a noise.

Clarisse slowly turns around.

As Clarisse is trying around she sees in the mirror that it is her Uncle.

"Where do you think you are going Clarisse?"

"You know you're not suppose to be going out this late," Uncle says with a disappointed look on his face.

"But the Voices are telling me to go outside"

"I understand, but be home before your parents get up."

Clarisse Turns back toward the door and opens it very slowly, there's this annoying squeak that it makes when it hits certain point. She steps outside and goes right. As she is walking she sees a red rose on the ground. Then she looks ahead and sees rose pedals leading toward the forest. As she is fallowing the rose pedals, the Voices are getting louder.

"Clarisse!"

"Clarisse!"

"Clarisse!"

"Clarisse!"

"Clarisse, come closer, we have a secret to tell you"

"Hurry up!"

"I'm going as fast as I can," Clarisse Says softly, she doesn't want to make them mad.

When they get mad they don't help, and they get louder and use violence to make her go to them faster. They make her hurt her hurt her family when she makes them mad.

"Come on Clarisse, you're almost there just a little further."

As Clarisse finds the last of the rose pedals she gets grabbed from behind and gets hit over the head with a heavy metal stick.

When Clarisse comes to she opens her eyes and finds nothing but darkness. She realizes she is in a cold cell, on the dirty ground that is covered in mud, and possibly some other stuff mixed in with it.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Clarisse Crawls back toward where she thinks the wall is as the footsteps come closer. As she is crawling back she sticks her hand in something wet, sticky and she feels something hard within it.

The door opens, and a hand reaches toward her as the light comes on.

Clarisse looks down to see her hand inside someone's blown out head. She screams, try's to run but falls in the mud and as she is laying there she looks up at the person at the door.

Clarisse Looks up to see Guy Montag staring at her with a evil smirk.

"You look nice Clarisse, it's just too bad that you decided to talk to me for the past month or so."

"What are you going to do with me."

"Well I haven't decided that yet, but I have decided to keep you. For now."

Guy walks into the room and stands over Clarisse and comtinuses talking to her.

"Do you like your new room? I decorated it just for you, I thought you would like some company so at the last house we torched I made sure to get there before anyone else and grab the Old Lady. Of course that was a little over two weeks ago. But I'm sure she'll keep you company anyways."

Guy walks a little closer to Clarisse and bends down to her level and just stares at her.

"Clarisse"

"Clarisse, you need to think of a way to get out, we, the voices will help you, but you must play his game until we can help."

Clarisse sits up and asks Guy "Will you let me out of this room at all?"

"No, you have everything that you will ever need in here, you have a bathroom, you have a bed and blankets, and I was even nice to get you company," Guy says with a thoughtful look his face.

"But this room isn't big enough to properly get my exercise," Clarisse says in a small voice.

As the weeks go by the Voices and the Old Lady keeps Clarisse company. Each day she her eyes glaze over even more. You can see that she isn't going last very long before Guy finishes her off. He comes in the room everyday to talk with her and leaves each day dissipointed that she doesn't talk back anymore. Each day you can see that she is losing her self to the Voices, they are taking her from this horrible place and making her unaware of her surroundings. She doesn't notice that the Old Lady was now just a pile if bones now. She just sits there petting the bones like you would a beloved pet.

" Clarisse The time is now to act and get away from this hell," The Voices tell her stand up and to pick up a sharp bone from the body of the Old Lady.

"Now take it and stab it into your chest, all your pain will go away and you will finally be with us," yeh Voices tell Clarisse.

Clarisse Picks up the bone and as she starts to lift it up to her chest to stab it into her chest. She takes a couple seconds to breath, then she stabs it into her chest.

As she takes her last breath she sees Guy smiling down at her.

"I knew you would break"

That's the last thing Clarisse hears as she takes her last breathe, and dies.