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[Rebecca]

A Picture's Worth a Thousand More

Her pencil dashed across the page like Mozart's fingers across a piano. Stroke. Shade in. Darker. Lighter. Thicker. Thinner. The artist had her will, and she would see her goal through. A boot. An arm. A smile. “This will be my greatest creation ever,” Sara thought to herself. She brushed the loose eraser bits from the paper, and admired her work. On the paper that she had been toiling over for well upon hours, was a man. This man seemed to have just gotten out of high school, not making him much older than herself. She had imagined his hair as black as night, and his eyes glistening as the stars. All this time, practicing her talent, just so that she wouldn't be lonely anymore. She had to name him.
“I'll call you, Budeko.” She poured in her emotions, her thoughts, her spirit, her energy. In her mind, all the possibilities of what Budeko could be swam around, taking form into the drawing. The page glowed, and the image fluttered off the page, and grew, until it was the size that Sara imagined him. Even after he was fully sized, Sara kept thinking of more and more possibilities: strength, speed, agility, intelligence. All of those thoughts were now part of Budeko's personality.
Tired and exhausted from the use of her power, Sara fell to her knees, panting, while Budeko came to life. Sara, confused from lack of energy, thought that she had used too much of her power, grasped her head which was throbbing with a headache, and screamed. Budeko, just now coming to life, but with a complete consciousness, confused this scream of pain for a scream of fear, and fled the house, almost certain that nobody in society would accept such a strange creation as him.
Having heard Sara scream, her grandfather ran down to comfort her, thinking that something was hurting her, as he was well aware of his granddaughter's abilities. She told him of how she created Budeko, and began crying, knowing that the person she created to ease her loneliness, now thought that she hated him. Her grandfather understood, having been the person who passed down the power from himself to her after seeing her artistic abilities as great as his own, and told her that there will always be a second chance for everything.
“No! There shouldn't have been a first chance! Now something that I created is dangerous to us, and I feel that he wants to hurt us! I'll never draw again!” That promise was broken six months later.
Half a year after the incident, Sara graduated from high school, but spent the majority of her last school year fretting that Budeko would come at any moment to destroy her, being the only thing that he could destroy, because she created him. The power that Sara, and previously her grandfather, held would bring their drawings to life, but they existed in a 2D world, and were unable to harm anything in the 3D world, except those that had the power that linked the two. That very evening, when Sara returned home, Budeko was waiting outside of her house, and her grandfather was behind the locked door.
“Budeko,” Sara started nervously, “h-how have y-”
“I'll start,” he said, sternly. “Why do you hate me?” The very idea left Sara speechless.
After a few stuttering seconds, she managed an, “I don't hate you! I-”
“LIES!” he shouted. “I watched as you screamed after creating me! I must be a monster! Why did you create me as a monster? You must hate such a monster as me! Why d-”
“ENOUGH!” Sara's grandfather shouted, having now exited the house and stood on the ground outside the door. “If you've only come here after six months to point fingers, then just leave right now!” The old man walked to his granddaughter's side, and clasped his hands together. “I might just still have enough magic left to erase this thing from existence.” Horrified by the very idea, Sara attempted to pull her grandfather's arms apart, but was unsuccessful. He was already starting the spell.
“You would let him ERASE me? You do believe me to be a monster!” Budeko grasped a nearby fallen tree branch, and threw it at Sara with all of his might. Her grandfather, desperate not to lose his granddaughter, immediately ceased the erasing magic, and threw himself in the way of the incoming branch, going unconscious the very moment that the branch hit him. Sara immediately called for an ambulance, saying that he was crushed under a falling branch, instead of saying that a person threw it at him. Budeko fled long before the ambulance arrived. By the time it did, Sara's grandfather was dead, crushed under the weight of the branch, and exhausted from the attempt at a spell with what little magic he had left.
At his funeral, not too long after, Sara drew a white rose, and placed it next to his coffin. She felt that Budeko was watching the entire time, from the shadows.
Sara stayed long after the service had ended, sitting, standing, and pacing with unease. After half an hour of being nervous, Sara decided to leave the building, but was stopped by various men in stylish suits.
“Excuse me, are you by any chance Sara, the girl who drew these?” one of them, who was sporting sunglasses that looked more expensive than a pedigree dog, showed Sara a few papers with scribbled fashion design ideas on them. She had sent them to be looked at three months prior.
“Yes, but I don't quite have the time for an interview right now.”
“Yes, we figured, and we're deeply sorry for your loss, but would you perhaps have the time for an interview later this week perhaps?” This time, a different man, who was wearing the most unneeded flashy tie that could be found, to match an equally flashy suit, handed Sara a business card, “Please have an answer by Friday.” They left, leaving Sara standing there with a choice.
Five years later, Sara was displaying her design to the bigwigs in the company, and all of them seemed intrigued. When her day had finished, she drove home, and spotted a strangely familiar person standing on the sidewalk next to her house. She exited her car, prepared to say the words “Can I help you,” but then stopped in her tracks when she saw who it was that waited for her.
“B-Budeko! You came back. What brings y-”
“I'm not here for idle chitchat. I know your grandfather isn't here to save you anymore. I'm going to kill you.” He said all of those things, with a calm look on his face. His words were smooth, clear, and true, to him at least.
“I doubt that you really mean that, Budeko. I've grown up. Changed. I'm not a scared little girl anymore.” Sara also had a calm presence.
“If your not scared anymore, then lets see how you handle me on your own.” With no warning, he rushed in at Sara, who barely had enough time to draw and quickly summon a shield, which was immediately dented. With inanimate objects, Sara used a lot less energy, but Budeko attacked and attacked, making Sara have to keep summoning, and she became so worn out, that she fell to her knees, panting.
“This looks a lot like the first time I saw you, but your not screaming.” Seeing the opportunity to beat a weak opponent, Budeko knocked her down with the heel of his boot. Sara was unconscious instantly, but not fatally wounded. Budeko carried her away to his secret hideout, only saying one thing the entire way.
“I have also changed.”
When Sara awoke, she immediately noticed that her legs were chained to a stone floor, and her hands were cuffed together. The next thing she noticed was her location. She was in a cave.
“This is my home,” Budeko said. “Those chains around your limbs will make sure that you don't escape. You will draw for me, an army, so that I might rule this world that hates me.”
“If I draw an army, Budeko, that would be suicide. Everything I draw takes energy from me, and the more complicated the thing, the more energy it takes.” Sara didn't even flinch or stutter. She looked Budeko in the eyes, and he turned away, walking out of the cave.
“If not an army, then a soldier at least! I'm leaving. I want something that I can use when I return. If there is nothing useful, then it will be your life as a price!” He stormed out of the cave.
Sara thought long and hard about what to draw, and finally put pencil to paper. Still tired and lacking much of her energy from the fight with Budeko, she drew a woman. This woman would have no special abilities. When Sara summoned her, she named her Erika, and passed out, with only enough energy to keep herself alive.
When Budeko returned, he was shocked to find Erika. His first emotion was rage, thinking that Sara was toying with him, but Erika explained that Sara was now close to death, having only enough energy to live. Upon hearing this, Budeko immediately calmed down. Sara's eyes opened slightly, and she grasped Budeko's hand.
“Budeko, I never hated you. You have only misunderstood my good intentions for these five years. I won't be here much longer, though. I think I have enough energy for one last gift for you.” Budeko immediately tried to stop her, understanding that she would use the last of her energy and die, but Sara ignored his pleads, and drew a baby girl.
“I want you to name her, Budeko.” With the last bit of energy that she had left, Sara summoned the baby, and was gone, knowing that this was the last kind thing she could do for her creation. Budeko sobbed, and held the small child.
“Sara. I will call you Sara.”

EDIT: accidental typo. I fixed it. where it had said "rachel called the ambulance," it now says "Sara called the ambulance." sorry if it confused anyone.

[Noviwan]

You almost got a tear rolling out of my eye. Great story by the way. It seems like you have been working on it for awhile. How do you pronounce the Name Budeko? Would you be open for suggestions, or is this story a done as in no more re-writing and proofing?

[ZBoy]

That was really good! I found really enjoyable and touching to read. Thank you for sharing this story with us.

[Tolby]

TJ Motherwaffleing Detweiler. I love you so much right now. Will you marry me? Awesome set.

[Rebecca]

You almost got a tear rolling out of my eye. Great story by the way. It seems like you have been working on it for awhile. How do you pronounce the Name Budeko? Would you be open for suggestions, or is this story a done as in no more re-writing and proofing?

The story's as done as done can be. You can pronounce Budeko however you want to, I started it three days ago...

TJ Motherwaffleing Detweiler. I love you so much right now. Will you marry me? Awesome set.

Um, I think that I'm not ready to marry, considering as how I just finished my freshman year of high school...

[Noviwan]

Well you have inspired me o=I am off to write a story... or a poem... something will be written that much I am sure of.