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Rated: 13+ · Other · Horror/Scary · #1926060
Horror film....hopefully, anyway.
[CAMERA FADES IN. THERE IS ONE GIRL LOOKING DOWN. SHE IS IN FRONT OF A MIRROR. SHE LOOKS LIKE A NORMAL GIRL. SHE LIFTS UP HER HEAD TO LOOK AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR. SHE HAS A FLASHBACK. THE LIGHTS FLICKER TO INDICATE THE FLASHBACK STARTING.]

[FLASHBACK]

Mother: Tib, I will always love you. Even when I'm upset. I don't mean to show so much disappointment. [MOTHER'S EYES TURN BLACK]. Maybe if you were a better child. Maybe if your father was still alive. [THE THE MOTHER GRABS HER DAUGHTER, TIB, BY THE NECK AND HOLDS HER AGAINST THE WALL. TIB IS CHOKING. SHE CANNOT SPEAK, ONLY LITTLE SQUEAKS LEAVE HER MOUTH.]

Tib; He-help.

Mother: [SQUEEZES TIGHTER AROUND TIB'S NECK.] YOU KILLED HIM, DIDN'T YOU! YOU BITCH!

[FLASHBACK STOPS. THE GIRL GASPS AND SHIVERS. SHE LOOKS UP INTO THE MIRROR. IN THE MIRROR YOU SEE A CROWD OF GIRLS WITH DARK, SUPERNATURAL MAKE-UP WITH BLACK HAIR AND ALL AROUND BLACK EYES. THEY STARE BACK AT THE GIRL WHO IS LOOKING IN THE MIRROR. THEY SMILE CREEPY SMILES. BLACKS OUT.]

Background voice: My name is Jasmine. Right. Like the flower. Only, it's not like that at all. My life is a horror. I've gotten used to it, though. All the creatures that are hungry for a fight...for my death, I know how to fight them. I can kill them. Although, all my skills are self taught...not as good as if I had a mother or father to help me. My mother's name was Tib. She was Native American. She didn't decide to have me until she was 240 years old. Her aging stopped when she turned 12. I was luckier. My aging stopped at 22. I'm 150 years old now. I have to keep changing identities every 10 years...people would get suspicious. My mother was killed by her mother when I was only a few months old. Then, my mother's supernatural friends hunted down my grandmother and killed her. My grandmother was a psychotic bitch. My mother's supernatural friends are all dead. It's just me.
[CAMERA FADES IN. IT IS A VERY BIG, VERY NICE OFFICE BUILDING WITH THE LETTERS "CNTR" AT THE TOP.] I have a very decent job. Since I found out I have immortality, I decided to make
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