Hello! I'm gonna be writing a book, but it's not gonna be copy and pasted, but rather LIVE! So you can make suggestions for the book, and it might happen! You can wait for each word to pop out to read, while talking to friends in the comment section and reading all the while! This is my first LIVE WRITE on Flipanim so I'm super hyped! It's gonna be a horror story (I've already storyboarded, so I made sure it's gonna be good)!

The rain pounded the windshield, blocking any possible view. All the cars ahead could merely be seen as little blobs in the water with color. Meanwhile, Trevor Felp went very slowly in his car. He didn't favor being fast. He liked to take things slow, and steady. Safety first. While he road he sighed. He was on his way to work, ready for a new day. The slow, comforting pace of life didn't bother him. It was good for him. But not for everyone. Some people just needed to get to some places, and that's what Trevor Felp learned that day. While the rain drummed and the thunder sang, Trevor began to feel...odd. As if something bad was about to happen. He glanced at his rear view mirror, but nothing could be seen. He shrugged. Just anxiety. But as he thought it, something heavy brushed the back of his head and his hair stood up. All of the sudden a large horn, a beeping of a semi, filled the air and BOOM. Trevor was floating in mid air, still in the car. Flashing lights were everywhere. Time slowed. Trevor

-felt so slowed down that he could count every single raindrop, every single crack on his windshield. Water from his water bottle splashed in his face, but all was in slow motion. He couldn't move, only hear a ringing sound. Safety no longer existed for him. He was just crashed by a semi. All of the sudden time sped up and he crashed into the ground and blacked out.

13 years later

The midnight sky slowly rolled into the blanket of blue, filling the dense city air with a thick smell of night. The moon barely showed through the dark clouds that shrouded it. The only light was the lampposts, which flickered on and off. Trevor liked that time of night. No one was out. Well, besides a few homeless guys, but it wasn't like they were gonna steal his clothes or anything. He had nothing else besides his clothes, too. He was basically poor. After the car accident, he went broke because the semi owner had one the case. It was a shipping company, thus they had better lawyers, and considering no one could see the accident fold out due to the rain, no one witnessed the true story. Not even the street cams picked it up. Trevor still had nightmares from the crash. After 13 years they never went away. They only seemed to get worse. He would always wake up in the same place. His water splashing on his face. Time slowing down. All of it was terrible. But the worst part was...his face.

He remembered the first time he saw his face. After the car crash it had done permanent damage. So the first time he saw his distorted messed up and ugly face, he gagged and then threw up all over the floor. Even the throw up looked better than him. His doctor said it was the best they could do. He believed it: they couldn't do anything better to someone not worth anything in the first place. Now, Trevor avoided mirrors. He avoided seeing the oversized lump on the right of his forehead. His eye, which bulged out, and his other eye which was lower, at his mouth, and sunken in. His nose was 2 slits, making his breathing hard and labored. his teeth were everywhere. Some were stuck inside his tongue, some were in his lip, some were in his gums while some hung by a thread. He couldn't afford a dentist. Every day, Trevor would try to hide his face. That's why he only went out at night, when all was quiet and fine. But that quietness was about to be disturbed.

While he walked her heard grunts and talking coming from the alley ten feet ahead of him. Trevor decided to slow down. He started getting anxious. He hated walking past people at night. He could never trust them. He heard laughing. They sounded like 18 year olds. Then, he heard a spray painting and more chuckling. As Trevor passed by the young adults stopped talking. They started whispering. Trevor closed his eyes tight (only one lid worked) and walked faster. While walking he heard footsteps behind him. When he turned around he saw 3 kids, at least college kids, walking behind him. One of them held a crowbar. In the lamp post light they looked devilish. Trevor began to cower. "I-I don't have any money! I have nothing-n-nothing worth your time." He said. One of them, the one with the crowbar, whistled. "We don't want money." He said. He had a thick new york accent, and looked stupid. Trevor trembled as he stood their. The crowbar kid walked up and grabbed Trevor by his long and dreadlocked hair, and-

-kicked him onto his knees. Trevor couldn't breathe any more. His heart was in his throat as he tried to move. He felt paralyzed. Stuck. All of a sudden, the first painful blow struck Trevor in the head. He groaned and fell over. The back of his head hurt. The two other kids started kicking him brutally, and rolled him over, onto his back. Trevor was blinded by the lamplight, but he could see the look of terror on the crowbar kids face, and the other 2. The looked disgusted at Trevor's features. Crowbar kid shook his head, getting out of the gaze. "Freak." He said. Trevor winced at the insult. Then, one of the 2 took the crowbar from the crowbar kid. "I've got an idea," He said. "We don't have to see his mushy face! Not if we turn off the lights!" He swung the crowbar and hit the lamp post, knocking out the already half broken light. Everything went dark, and then the beating began. Trevor felt thousands of blows hit him all over as he gagged and spat, trying to move. He felt liquid poor down from his-

-eyes and nose. Blood. He was bleeding all over the place. All of the sudden a distant cry of a women was heard. Trevor heard shuffling and running, and "GO GO GO!" coming from one of the kids. All of the sudden a flashlight turned on and a woman ran over to Trevor. Trevor couldn't see what she looked like, but she smelled like peaches. The women helped Trevor up. He knew she couldn't see his face. Otherwise she would have screamed and ran. But something strange happened. She pointed the flashlight to his face, but didn't even stare.

Usually people would stare at Trevor for a long time, without realizing. Some would look down, but then back up again. Some would just avoid his gaze. But she saw his face in the flashlight, and stopped staring; but not in disgust. She seemed as if she didn't even notice his face. "W-who are you?" Trevor tried to say. It sounded more of a series of gurgling noises, painful and dry. She looked a him, concerned. "Diana. But please, call me Dia." She took off her coat and put it around Trevor. Trevor wanted to ask why she was being so nice to him, but decided against it. He just wanted this moment to last longer. "So, what's your name?" She asked. She had a thick country accent, which Trevor found sweet to listen to. "Trevor-Trevor Felp." He said. They both walked nowhere in particular. "Trevor. Interesting name. So, what happened back there?" Dia asked. Trevor struggled to think of it. His wounds seemingly flooded back, and he stumbled. He sat on a park bench, one with a broken handle. "They-they were

-just some rascals, acting up or something. They saw my-" He hesitated to say face. Dia understood him though. "Your face is fine." She said. He wondered why she was being so nice, and started to get anxious. Maybe he was just going crazy and she wasn't real. Or he was killed by the kids and was just in heaven or something. He felt odd. "So where should I take you? Where do you live?" She asked. He pointed up in front of him to a large building with the title 'Monroe Apartments, downtown city'. She nodded, looking interested at the beaten down, dirty apartment. "Well, I suppose I should get going." She said. Trevor nodded, still dazed. "Bye! remember me: Dia! Short for Diana!" She said. She walked off into the darkness of the night.

When Trevor got to his apartment, a large sign was on the door. It said "EVICTED" Trevor gasped. What? He pay his rent (as hard as it was) every time he had to. He missed a couple of days, but that was it. He eventually repaid them. He tried opening the door but it was locked. He knocked on his neighbor's door, and they opened, only showing a peep of their scared face. "Why-why am I evicted?" Trevor asked. The person mumbled something. "What?" Trevor asked, leaning his small/large ear closer. "You-you're proving a threat to my children. They're scared of you." The person said. Trevor's eyes went wide. He backed up. He was beaten up, then evicted for scaring a child because of his-his face. That seemed unreasonable. He raced down the stairs of his apartment, running outside. It was raining out, the night still burning. He splashed puddles as he ran. He wanted to see Dia again, but he didn't know where she was, or where he was even going. All of the sudden, he stopped. He was about to pass the alle

-y way that he was beaten up. He breathed heavy for a second. Nothing was going to stop him, though. He looked into the alley, the dark, deep alley. No one was there. All of the sudden a loud groaning noise filled the air, and someone grabbed him from behind. Someone with withered, old and gross hands, trying to rip off his clothes. Trevor fought and fought, and turned around to see someone with a long white beard and crazy eyes. Trevor had seen the man before. He was a homeless man who wandered around. He was trying to steal Trevor's clothes. He was cold from the rain. Trevor wasn't about to let that happen. He pushed all his anger from the 3 men, from the apartment, from everything in the world, onto the poor old homeless guy. He shoved him into a lamppost, and repeatedly punched the old man in the face. Trevor punched and kicked him, then threw him onto the hard concrete floor, grasping his hands around the homeless man's neck and choking him. All of the sudden, the old man went limp. Trevor killed hi

-m. Rain poured on the ground as thunder rolled in the sky. Trevor stood their, shaking. All of the sudden he took off running, running and running, breathing heavy and his vision getting blurry. The rain made him remember the accident. The accident that caused everything bad to happen in his life. That caused him to kill a man. When Trevor became too tired to continue running, he stopped and sat down on a park bench. He was at least 3 miles away from the dead body, terrified still and shaking. But he felt-good. Somehow good. Trevor looked into a puddle that was shining in the lamppost light, and saw himself. His ugly, terrifying self. Then he smiled. And his smile was worse than anything ever. "My smile." He said to himself, feeling his bumpy face and his dry skin.

Later that night he returned to his apartment. He was dazed but high on death, happy and smiley. He tried opening his apartment door. The eviction sign still hung their. He ripped it off and threw it on the floor, then kicked open his door and walked inside. His room was empty. Completely. As it always was. He walked over on the hardwood ground and lay. He fell asleep, with a smile on his face.

The next morning, he woke up. In his room stood a tall, bald man with glasses and a long nose, with wrinkles under his pale blue eyes. The man was hunched and wore a black cloak, with a clipboard in his long bony white hands. "Trevor Felp." He said, reading off the clipboard. His voice was shrill but empowering, like a roar of a dragon. The man's cold gaze went from the clipboard to Trevor, who lay on the ground. For a second, Trevor thought the man found out about the killing. Trevor began to smile, and the tall man sneered. "Quite that nasty face. You were evicted, and yet you still broke in. That is illegal." The man said. "And who are you to tell me that?" Trevor responded, his voice gravelly and cold. "I'm the owner of this land, Trevor." He pointed at his nametag which read 'THOMAS WHEELBORROW, LAND OWNER'. Trevor got up from the ground, his back hunched and his clothes all wet. His face was pale as he walked over to the kitchen area. He lay his arms on the broken and old counter, looking around-

-at the empty room. Cigar smoke stained the walls so they were orange, and the corners of the room dripped with growing mold. The floor was dusty and the window was shining with a pale light of the morning. Trevor closed his eyes. "Trevor Felp. You know you committed a crime. The police are on their way. I am here to make sure you do not escape." Thomas Wheelborrow said, his voice thin and authoritative. Trevor laughed; a long laugh that sounded more like a duck quacking, and a man gagging. "So, so many crimes. Eventually it will be a crime to kill." Trevor said. "It is a crime to kill, Trevor." Mr. Wheelborrow said, tired of Trevor's annoying presence, while they awaited the police. "Oh, yeah? Well then why am I still free?" He asked. The land owner looked at Trevor dumbfounded. Trevor opened a cabinet and grabbed a small pistol he stole from his friend. It was fully loaded. Trevor put his hand inside the hole in which the bullet leaves, and smiled.

"Trevor, what are you holding?" The land owner asked, concerned. Trevor began to shake. Memories of the car crash, the killing, the beating...All the insults. All the hatred. All the sneering. So many people patronizing him. "Trevor, tell me what you are-" Mr. Wheelborrow was cut short by Trevor lifted the gun and pointing it at his own head. The land owner gasped. He looked down at his clipboard, as if trying to ignore the problem, then looked back up when he realized Trevor wasn't going to shoot himself. "T-Trevor, put the gun down." Thomas Wheelborrow said quiet and carefully. "No-you-you aren't incharge!" Trevor yelled, half quietly and half loudly. He looked Thomas in the eyes. Thomas was crying. Trevor started laughing. "Thomas. Tommy, Tom. Tom? Can I call you Tom? Listen, buddy." Trevor walked over to 'tom' while messing with the gun like it was a stress toy. "Get the **** out of my house." Trevor said. The land owner didn't say anything, instead, looked at Trevor's face in fear.

"I SAID GET THE **** OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Trevor screamed and shot Thomas Wheelborrow in the head multiple times. His blood sprayed the door as Thomas hit the ground with a thud. Trevor pointed the gun to his own head and closed his eyes, moving his head up and down rhythmically. Then he dropped the gun on the ground, and picked up the land owner's body, and opened the door. He kicked open his neighbor's door and walked inside. A women sat on a chair, asleep, as a child sat in the middle of the room. He looked to be about 5 years old. He play with little blocks, and looked up at Trevor. "Hello little kid." Trevor said, smiling. The kid started to cry. "Are you afraid of me?" He asked. The mother woke up and started screaming when she saw Trevor. Trevor dropped the dead body on the floor and picked up the child, and kissed him on the cheek, smiling. "Little kid! Listen to your mother!" He yelled. He put the kid down and walked over to the mother. "Smile for me." Trevor said, grabbing the mother's face.

She struggled to move but Trevor shushed her with his other hands. All of the sudden, 3 police men stormed the building holding guns. "Put her down!" One of them screamed. Trevor let go and turned to the police men. The hand cuffed him, and took him to jail.

3 days later

Trevor sat in a chair, listening to 2 people speak outside his door. "...struggling with suicidal depression, anxiety, mania and slight symptoms of schizophrenia. Your, uh-" the man stopped talking and a women with a country accent answered, sounded a bit tiffed. "Friend. He's not a husband, not a boyfriend, and not a ****ing murderer! He's a friend!" She yelled. "Yes. Ok, sorry ma'am. Your 'friend' is possibly crazy." The man moved into Trevor's few, possibly because the women pushed him. Dia walked over to Trevor. Her golden hair was shining like an angel as she looked at him with honest pity. Behind the glass, Trevor felt as if she couldn't really see him. It felt fake, but Dia was real for him. "I know you're not crazy, Trevor. I know you're not a murderer. It was all a lie. I believe your innocent." She said. Trevor smiled. "Innocence...What is that? If not a dirty conscience hiding all the thoughts. If anything, I'm just a regular man who put his thoughts to action. We are all killers." Trevor

-said. Dia seemed to look confused. "Are-are you saying you did-did kill the child? And the homeless man? And-and the landowner?" Trevor looked off into the distance. He really was crazy. He thought he let the child go. But instead of feeling sick, like he always did, Trevor just smiled. He smiled some more. "My smile." He said, seeing his reflection through the glass. Only then did he notice Dia had left, running off and out of the prison.

While Trevor sat in the prison, he thought about Dia. Just another person who hated him. He'd been thinking about her all day. When really, it had been 3 months out of his 5 months before his coming of execution. He was in death row. A guard walked by, and looked at Trevor. Trevor looked back at the guard, who stared in disgust. "What are you in for?" A man behind the guard asked. He was also in jail, wearing a bright orange jumpsuit. The guard yelled: "No talking to inmates after 8:00 P.M!" Trevor ignored. "I let a child free from the chains of our ridiculous life." Trevor said, with newfound respect for himself. He felt now that he was a liberator. Who he killed...He set free. The prison inmate gagged. Even hearing that was enough for him (who'd killed a senator) and the guard backed away. All of the sudden, Trevor started singing. About the guard. "You saw a car crash, and a bloody body." He sang in a slow, child nursery rhyme tune. The guard looked at him, quivering. "You saw a car crash-

-when you were a little kid." Trevor sang happily. The guard shook. "H-how do you know?" The guard asked, remembering the childhood trauma he endured after seeing the car crash. "What a small world." Trevor said. He then lifted both hands, and snapped his wrist, cracking the bone. "remember? I broke my wrist when I crashed. You saw the wrist too, covered in blood! You gagged, and threw up, and cried. All the time." The guard bumped into the wall behind him. The prison inmate started plugging his ears, and closed his eyes. He didn't dare stare at Trevor's broken wrist. "I remember seeing you, too." Trevor began. "When the semi collided you were there. You had been riding your bike in the ran. Ha! What a small, small world." The guard ran off and Trevor laughed louder and louder, a gross and gagging laugh.

Later that night Trevor escaped the prison. How he did it, none will ever know. Whether the inmate helped him out of fear, or the guard dropped the key, or both, or none at all, but he did. And he was joyful. He was going after Diana. He loved her. No prison could stop him from seeing her. And no prison could stop her. No prison could hold Dia. No prison.

Trevor climbed up the balcony of the apartment Diana lived in. He had found out where she when the therapist was speaking to her way before. He opened the door and saw Diana sitting on the bed, praying the rosary. She seemed to be terrified after meeting a child killer. "I love you." Trevor said. Dia opened her eyes and saw him, skinny, hunched, and terrifying looking, standing their. He was holding a gun in his hands. "I-If you love me-don't shoot." Dia said, trembling, her back against the wall. "I'll shoot because I love you; life is a prison. No prison can hold you. Not if I can break you out." He shot Dia 3 times, and she fell over. Limp. Dead.

And legend tells that Trevor Felp, or The Face as some call him, will still 'liberate' his loved ones from the prison he calls life. So careful when you trust. and careful when you love.

The End.

FlipAnim I'll be writing it on FlipAnim instead of on google docs and then posting it. It's live, because whatever u guys suggest I might actually add to the story. You get to see it fold out at the same time I do :D

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we need more diana's also thank you for reading it's really nice to know someone is I swear that whenever u right a book on here I'll read it in a heartbeat

same thing for u gaf bro

I kinda tried to do that 'The Joker' theme, you know? Basically the transcendence into insanity