breaking the 4th wall

"I don't hate my creator," Charlotte said quietly. I gasped, looking at her. She looked back at me but didn't smile.

"I'm not saying what she did to me was just, I am only saying that she DID create me. I do like living. I wouldn't have had Kyle, even if our time was cut short," she said.

I walked to Charlotte but she held up a hand. "I never said I forgave you."

I sighed. "Do you think life will really be easy Charlotte?" Her wings had dissapeared a little while ago. As they were supposed to.

"No. But do you have to make ours suck to the point of torture?" The other girl asked. I presed a hand to my head.

"Tell me how my story ends," Charlotte pressed. "What happens to Andrew, Crystal and I? What happens to my world?"

I looked at her, biting my lip. "You don't want to know."

"Andrew dies dosen't he. You kill my father, don't you?" She asked. I could only nod. I had already killed her mother. How could I tell her, her father dies as well.

Lauren looked up from her notebook at the group of authors cunsulting about their characters, and the group of characters complaining about their authors. This was ridiculous.

"My character doesn't hate me," I spoke up.

The authors stared at me in disbelief. "She just yelled at you and ran off." one of them said.

I nodded. "Yes, she did. But she just doesn't understand yet. She'll calm down."

At that moment a girl who seemed rather enraged strode into the room, her hands were flaming and she had a deep scowl on her face.

"I have a bone to pick with you, Ms. I can write whatever horrible torture I want into my characters lives." the girl yelled to Lauren.

"Excuse me." Lauren said to the other authors. "Did Natura talk to you, Adrianna?"

Adrianna rolled her eyes. "No, why would I want to talk to that pathetic little girl. I should have disposed of her when I had the chance. She has gotten me into more trouble than she is worth."

"Mhm." Lauren said. "And you would be so much better off being slaughtered by the royal guard of Senai once you finally managed to attempt a rebellion?"

This stopped her rampage short. She stared at Lauren for a minute before throwing her arms up, exasperated, and walked to the group of characters in the corner.

Lauren turned back to the other authors. "Characters, they just don't understand do they?"

"They understand," I jumped in. "As much as we do. I mean, don't we think we control our own lives. I'm sure they did as well. What would we do if we found out someone was writing our stories?" I asked.

Charlotte stepped up to me. "So you're saying that YOU"RE the ones who don't understand?" She asked, with the hint of a smile.

"No. Of course not. I just defended you and you are trying to turn it around on me," I gasped. "Is that the thinks I get for giving you brains? I could have made you like Mina. I mindless zombie to the newest fashion."

"No. I think that you are still the ones who don't understand," Charlotte replied. "Who here agrees with me?"

"No one should. We understand just perfectly. Heck! We created you!" I exclaimed.

Charlotte shook her head. "I never asked for you to create me. I am grateful, but I don't owe you anything."

Mr. Pie silently walked back into the room with a bloody nose with Alex behind him. "Yes, we made our characters, but we never dreamed they could think for themselves. Still, would you characters really do things differently? I know you wouldn't Alex, it's not in your character. You knew you were going to die even before it happened. You decided it because you knew that was the best course of action. Fine, we may have made your lives miserable, but we do it with your best interest in mind. Beat on us if it makes you feel better. It worked for Alex." Mr. Pie took a seat and started talking to Alex more personally. "I put a lot of myself in your character Alex, I'm sorry you feel as you do."

Alex thought a moment, "Don't worry too much. It was fun while it lasted right?"

"Yeah," and with that the two started laughing.

"hey guys I know I didn't mention this before...but it would be great if we kept things to 3rd person POV. It saves me the trouble of having to figure out who's talking and if it's not your usual it exercises your writing muscle,"

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**Really? ): I can do it, but I feel more comfortable in first person. I get the emotions and such better. I'll give it a shot, but I may have to drop out. I tend to get bored when I write in 3rd person. I'll try it just for you though SCD (;**

Tiger was trying to give Charlotte her space. She needed it. Though, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty about what she had done to her.

Charlotte stayed in the corner. Tiger smiled at her creation. That was Charlotte. She was the type to thrive in loneliness. What she didn't realize was that she was much stronger than she thought. Tiger turned towards the other authors. Were they proud of their creations? Did they cry when they caused so much grief in their character' life? Did it eat them up inside to know that their own creation might actually hate them?

Tiger loved Charlotte. She really did. She had put part of herself in the character as most every author does.

Tiger strode over to the girl. Charlotte looked up alarmed.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I came to apologize and if it's of any consolation, you don't end up alone," Tiger sighed. This was the least she could do.

"I-I don't?" She asked. Tiger nodded and walked away. That's all she needed to know. I wasn't going to tell her her whole story. That wouldn't be fair.

Watching Tiger apologize to her character made me feel sorry for being so indifferent when Natura was upset. I had never wanted Natura to be unhappy, she was just at that place in her life right now. Things would change.

I looked around the room, Natura had left and so had Adrianna. I hurried out of the room to find Natura.

Third person posts ONLY, please! It confuses the crap out of me and everyone else when you write in all different points of view and you have to figure out who is talking to you every single post! Please stick to third person!

"I'm starting over with someone else," Scd sighed. In walked a boy with curly black moplike hair and a scowl printed across his face. He pulled his hoodie over his head and glared out at his authoress like the devil was after her.

"What do you want?" he growled.

"Hey, Jesse," Scd smiled. "What's up? Long time, no see!"

"Yeah, because you frigging wrote me out of the NaNo forums," he said.

Scd laughed.

"Everyone, Jesse is an RP only character," she said.

New member Buggy strode into the room, face expressionless as she took in her surroundings. "Hello everyone. Scd wanted me to join, so here I am."

A tall black girl with long braided hair followed her. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted Jesse. "So it's not enough that you make me babysit him in NaNo, you've got to drag me into here as well."

"Everyone, this is Robin, another RP only character."

Jesse scowled.

"I do not need a babysitter," he snapped.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's why you're already dealing pot over in the superheroes thread," Scd laughed. She smiled at Robin. "Hi, Robin!"

Jesse muttered something obscene under his breath.

"Oh, shut up you," Scd sighed.

"It wasn't toward you," he snapped. "It was for Robin."

"Watch your language." Robin's voice was almost mechanical as she said this, as though she'd said it hundereds of times before until it was an ingrained habit. Her eyes narrowed a bit more. "And what's this about you dealing POT?"

Buggy smiled and sat down. This would be interesting.

Jesse laughed nervously.

"I er..." he said. "Well...you didn't exist in there and so I didn't think it mattered?" he said weakly, trying for an out. "There's nothing you can do about it anyway. You aren't in that storybook so you can't stop me." As this realization came he smirked.

Robin crossed her arms and pursed her lips. "I'm not, am I? Maybe Buggy could fix that." She glanced at her author. "Well?"

"I see no reason why you shouldn't be in there, unless they aren't accepting new characters at the moment."

Robin's grin said quite plainly, 'So there.'

Tiger looked at the other's conversing. Charlotte was still in the corner, alone. This wasn't like her. She didn't write this girl as the type to mope around.

Tiger grinned and another character strode in the room. He had raven black hair and pale skin. Charlotte looked up and gasped, jumping up.

"K-Kyle?" She asked. The man nodded and held open his arms just as Charlotte ran into them.

The man turned to glare at Tiger. She was the one to kill him and Tiger was pretty sure she was not one of the people he wanted to see.

Mr. Pie and Alex shook hands as their conversation came to an end, "Good luck Alex, enjoy the afterlife."

"I'll make the best of it until you write that epilogue of yours." With that Alex exited and another character appeared.

He had rugged, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Clad in black, he had a distant look about him. He scratched a scruffy beard, that was poorly shaved. He walked up to the fire place and started into the flames, "So you're my creator?"

"How are you holding up Tom?"

"What can I say." Tom looked over where he saw a couple hugging. He came to the conclusion that one of them had died and they were reunited only here. "I never even had that. My story begins with pain. You took her away from me before you even started writing. Will I ever see her again?"

Mr. Pie knows what Tom is referring to, "I don't know, your story has yet to be finished. She hasn't appeared yet..."

"And you don't know if she will," said Tom finishing Mr. Pie's sentence. He walked over to the couple how looked at him in surprise, "Cherish the time you have now and never forget the past. At least you have that." With that he left without another word to Mr. Pie.

Mr. Pie stood up from his seat, "Maybe I made his character a little too depressing, but he's like i wrote him. I wonder who will appear next?"