Thread: In the Land of the Free...[Leeloo_Supreme_Being and Victorian_Virtue]

The year was 1949 and there was a blur of green and blue passing by the window of a Cadillac 2-door automobile. It was a darling shade of eggshell white. In the sleek vehicle held a happily married couple and they were on their way to their nations capital of Washington D.C. . Elizabeth Diane Winters had the car window rolled down with her right hand hanging out, her fingers fluttering in the wind. This was their first honeymoon even though she and Adam had been together for about 3 years. They had had a shotgun wedding due to them both being called to serve for their country, and Elizabeth was excited to spend this time with Adam. They had already been in the area for a few days and had taken up residence at a lovely bed and breakfast in Williamsburg, Virginia. Their hostess, Mrs. Blackwood, had been absolutely delightful and accommodating if not a tad nosey. There would be mornings where the hoover had perhaps lingered a bit too long in front of their bedroom door. Elizabeth laughed softly as she recalled one particular morning. Adam grinned salaciously as soon as he heard Mrs. Blackwood hovering and began jumping on the mattress with gusto. The bed creaked, shuddered and bumped against the wall. Adam had made all kinds of questionable noises such as groaning, grunting and threw in an occasional curse word. Elizabeth had to cover her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter when, after two minutes, Adam had groaned to his completion and collapsed against the sheets with a wide grin on his face. Youre incorrigible, Elizabeth had said, her cheeks beginning to ache with the strain of her smile. Only for you, my dear, Adam proclaimed with a husky undertone. What say you to making a repeat performance? As long as you promise to last longer than a pitiful two minutes. Elizabeth winked and laughed, the sound like tinkling bells on a quiet winter morning to her husbands ears. Without any preamble, Elizabeth found herself tackled and pressed against the bed, the heat of her love warming her from the inside out. It was at the peak of their ecstasy that Elizabeth heard the familiar sound of the hoover outside of their room door. Closing her eyes and resting her head against Adams strong chest, Elizabeth chuckled, Our host is quite the deviant. Adds to her charm, I think, Elizabeth faintly heard Adam say as sleep enveloped her in its warm embrace. Elizabeths reverie came to an abrupt halt when the Cadillac was pulled to a smooth stop. They had arrived. Adam had tapped the steering wheel a few times in his excitement before jogging over to open his wifes door. Offering her his hand, he pulled her lightly from the confines of the vehicle and marveled at her beauty. She was glorious in her capped sleeved dress, her hair perfectly styled in victory rolls atop her head with the rest flowing freely down her back. Standing up straight, Elizabeth adjusted her gloves and smoothed out the front of her dress. Everything had seemed to be perfectly in place, just as she liked it. The scenery around them was a sight to behold. The trees were full and strong, the grass dancing with the wind in the air. Elizabeths heels tapped against the concrete as they walked and the smells wafted tantalizingly through her senses. She found she wanted to take a stiff brush loaded with her best oil paints and slather them against a canvas to capture this moment. After a few hours of perusing the varies shops and parks around the capital, the couple had finally made their way to the Lincoln Memorial. And what an experience that was. When Elizabeth had set her sparkling, green orbs on the monument she felt tears sting her eyes in awe. Her system felt overwrought with a heavy weight of thankfulness and sorrow. She wondered briefly what Abraham Lincoln was really like, what kind of presence he must have brought to a room. Walking up a few steps to get closer to the monument, when she noted a strange crevice along the back of Lincolns throne. She looked back at her husband and noted he was making conversation with another bystander observing the site. He wouldnt mind, then, missing her presence for a few more moments. Taking a huge unspoken liberty, Elizabeth rounded around the statue to get a better look at this apparent defect. Well, she would have no way of knowing, since she had no prior knowledge of the construct of such things. It was simplyan eyesore, totally and utterly out of place next to the grandness of it all. It was then that the strangest thing happened. There was noise. It was all garbled together and sounded more like white noise than anything distinguishable. Elizabeth peeked around the back of the chair, presumably attached the wall of the main structure of the building and noted there was the smallest of spaces. It wasnt anything miraculous however, the closer she got, the louder the noises became and it sounded likeyelling? Suddenly, it was as if Elizabeth were being turned inside out, being pulled every which way and being slammed against something very hard that wasnt even there, and yet all of these things didnt quite convey the sense of elemental terror that threatened to swallow her whole. It was nothing and everything all at once and made her questions who and where she was. Did she lose consciousness? Was this death? Elizabeth didnt know until she apparently found herself running face first into a wide oak tree. The screeching and garbling sounds were no longer present it was sounds of nearby chaos that greeted her and the startling sound of a gunshot that rang throughout her being. With a hand to her pulsating forehead, Elizabeth turned towards it.