Lasta Coop Pre-teen Stories
Prologue
Story
Lasta Coop
The Christmas Thief
Ten
years ago there was a woman that hated her descendants so much that
she ensured that they paid with the families favourite thing;
Christmas. Her name was Lasta Coop, she would crawl up from a her
secret place under their house, which was like a complete house under
theirs, and would take all the presents and Christmas food and take
them all back to the many rooms where she lived.
This
all changed one night before Christmas eve. When she was in a deep
sleep in the bottom room in her housing structure, where she slept
upon a single mattress. In her dream she was walking in a grave yard.
She noticed that the gravestones were in two rows and and in the
middle as well trodden path marked only by blue stones. She was
holding a bouquet of white roses and she was in a wedding dress. As
she walked on she recognised the names on the gravestones as the
people she had met and those who were her enemies. Soon her white
roses turned red as her dress turned grey. Soon it became darker and
darker until she was at the end where she was in nothing but black
and her roses were just as black. Then her eyes dropped to the
gravestone in front of her and it had a name on it that she did not
expect; hers! She looked back
up to see none other than the Grim Reaper in front of her, his scythe
dripping with fresh blood.
“Tomorrow I will come for you Lasta Coop and I will take you
to see my master.” he said as she woke up screaming.
Was
that a vision?How? I can not die! I am immortal! But what if I can?
What if it is? But I do not want to die! I refuse to die! I will not
die!
“I will not die! You hear me?” she shouted as she raised her
fist as if punching an invisible enemy.
“Joseph did you hear that?” asked Mrs Cooper.
“No Joan.” her husband replied. “Get back to sleep.”
“But Jo, I definitely heard something.”
“Maybe it's Santa delivering to us our first child.” he
continued sleepily.
“But he's not due to tomorrow night!” she replied.
“Mmm...Like he ever does.” he complained.
She had forgotten that she was supposed to keep quiet so that
they did not know that she was down here. After all even-though this
was her home, she knew that should her descendants find her, she
would not be able to stay for much longer. Not to mention the
questions that they would have for her, and by the size of her
stomach she knew that they would know who it was that ate all their
Christmas food!
She stayed awake for the rest of that night so that she would
not have another dream like the one that she had. She remained awake
until she closed her eyes for a light nap until some pain woke her
up. She knew that it was night so despite the pain in her ribs she
climbed up the stairs and lifted the door that had concealed her for
so long and got herself out. This was a bad idea for some reason the
pain in her ribs only increased, but she forced herself to soldier on
and climbed up the stairs that led to the living room and she felt a
drop of something spill onto her inner thigh. Suddenly she knew what
was going on.
When
did this happen?She wondered as
the pain became too much for the old woman and soon she fell on the
floor crying out as the pain intensified. Soon she was in tears as
she heard the Coopers run down the stairs. Oh what luck!
She thought to herself.
“What the Hell's happening here?” asked Mr Cooper.
“It doesn't matter yet Joe! She's going into labour! Quick get
an ambulance! Now Joe!”
“But where did she come from? Who the Hell is she anyway?”
“Joe we can ask those questions later when the babies come now
do as I say!” she snapped. She turned to the old woman.
“It's alright, it's alright, push,
push. I'll be here, I'll be here.” she said as she held onto her
hand that gripped her tightly and she rocked Lasta to help the baby
come through. Lasta looked up at the woman and recognised her.
“Mother?” she asked as she closed her eyes for a moment.
“What was that Miss?” she asked as the husband came in.
“Lasta, my name is Lasta Coop, and
I want my final descendants to have my last
name, not yours! Please have them have my last name!” she begged as
she drew her last breath, just as the ambulance sirens came.
“I think she's dead.” her husband remarked. As the doctors
came it turned out that they had to get the corpse to the hospital as
soon as possible, and there they cut a pair of twins out of their
mothers womb before they could suffocate. Fortunately they did this
in a nick of time for both children could be saved.
“So what will happen to them?” Mrs Cooper asked the nurse.
“We shall have to take them to a home.” he replied.
“Do they have to, I mean can we not adopt them?” she asked.
“I can't see why not, if you fill out the forms and get
yourself evaluated.” he explained. This part did not take that long
and when they returned home they got what they truly wanted above all
that they wanted, two children, the girl they named after their
mother, and the brother Bill Latso and in honour of the old
stranger's last request they kept her name.
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