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**ADMINISTRATORS** I mean no disrespect by posting this thread. If you rather it didn't continue, I understand. I encourage those interested in this story and in my continuing it to message me directly and let me know if I have an audience or not. Please don't penalize me or kick me out of the group. Finding an audience for a 20 year old movie Fan Fiction, as you know, is quite difficult and at least in this group, there are writers who might at least be interested in the the content if not the movie and it's characters. Please let me this chance to put feelers out. If anyone is interested even a little, I will then create a place on my A03 profile for those interested to have access and a place to read as I post. Thank you. Respectfully, MarianTheBlackadder *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ To All Fan Fiction Readers, This is the beginning of a story I've been working on the last two months, every since I watched the movie “The Gangs of New York” (2002) and had a few ideas I've been tossing around. This is one of them and the problem with writing fanfictions of 20 year old movies is if anyone would care to read them or just scroll past it without giving it a second thought much less a look. I'm focusing on the 'villain' Bill the Butcher Cutting (Played by Daniel Day Lewis) because there is so much more they could have done with that character, so many things to explore, so many beliefs. He's what is referred to as a principled psychopath, which makes him more dangerous then your average loose cannon psycho because he has rules for himself and moral code that he abides by and sticks to. Fascinating character to say the least. So the reason I'm posting this very small bit that i've written, I was curious if anyone would be interested in reading my exploration into this character and my ideas as I write it, or if this would be a story for me and me alone to write which would be ok too. As this is just a baby WIP story, there's nothing really triggering in it. A small bit of violence is alluded to but that is it. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Investigations “Well?” Bill said shuffling cards back and forth, “Any news? Found out anything about her?” “No. It's like she just materialized here on our shores. Who knows where she's from. And she doesn't have nothin' with her. No belongings and no bags to speak of. Seems like all she has she wears on her back.” The man said sheepishly holding his hat in his hand. “Can't really find a place she had been seen or stayed at. She's a ghost.” “No, not a ghost. She's quite a unique find in this city to be certain. I only know her name because she gave it to me. I get the distinct inclination that I won't pry her jaws open 20 years after her passing.” He Slammed the deck of cards down on the table, thinking a moment, before he reached for a coin in his pocket and tossed it to the men who were sent to find out about her, waving them to leave. He sighed slightly tapping his fingers against the table as thoughts filled his mind. He stood from the table and left the Satan's Circus pub going back to his own rooms above the bar. Going up to his room, he hung his hat, and his jacket. It wasn't as though he was expecting her biography, and to be honest . . . she had a way about her that said she was all alone in the world. But Bill also realized it would be a cold day in hell before she told him her story herself. When he looked into her eyes, it was as though all of that rage and anger stormed behind her green eyes. Running his hands through his hair he moved to the wooden door and removed the bar that kept the captive inside. Then he went inside finding her unbound having made short work of the rope they tied her hands with. “If I didn't know any better, i'd say you were a sailor at one point in time to be so good at escaping knots.” She didn't respond and simply watched him starring at him from where she sat in the corner. He reached down picking up the rope finding it not even fringed. “Most people would assume that you were chewing through these. I get the feeling this didn't last 5 minutes once that door was secure.” “Then why bother tying me.” She said her eyes staying on him. “At this point? Curiosity followed swiftly by amazement. There seems to be no end to your talents despite you being so young an age.” He said looking at her. “Who are you?” He asked the same question he'd asked her each time he came into this room which was nothing more then a closet. “I gave you my name.” She responded. “Yes, but I have asked you plenty of questions which you have not acknowledged yet alone answered.” He said seriously. “So I continue the ask them waiting for your answer before we proceed any further. Until you do answer, I cannot decide if you are able to look after yourself or I would be releasing you to your death within 10 feet of my door into the five points without an escort.” “Your concern is touching.” She said exhausted with this routine and her imprisonment. “But somewhat overshadowed by the fact I did not ask for it, nor your 'hospitality'. I understand that you consider yourself the judge and jury of this cesspool, but such conceit will be your downfall.” “You a gypsy now as well? Disclosing my future before it happens?” He said with a smirk. “I'm not telling you anything you haven't already thought and considered yourself.” She replied. His smirk faded as his remaining blue eye starred at her. “You know why I'm keeping you here? Why I haven't released you?” “You keep saying curiosity. However I've gathered there is more then your curiosity keeping that door locked. So tightly that if there was a fire in this deprecated old ruin of a bar, I would burn here and my body never recovered.” She said with a dire and dark intention a malice for her captor. “You know, there's plenty you can tell me without giving away all your secret. I already know you are very well educated. Your literate which puts you high above most who are twice your age in the five points, indeed most boughs of New York. Reading a writing is a highly valued skill here. Are you as familiar with numbers as you are with letters?” He questioned. She didn't respond immediately and just continued to stare at his eyes. “You know, if you were of the male persuasion, I'd take one of those eyes to teach you staring down your elders is a terrible habit.” “You prefer to be looked in the eye. It's a sign of respect and a strong character.” She could hear quite a bit from the bar below. This small room nothing more really then a closet, located directly over the card table where Bill sat to see to business of the day. “Seems your hearing is quite good.” He said crossing his arms over his chest. He fell silent for a moment just studying the creature before him. “You hungry?” He asked knowing that she most certainly was. “I'd like you to join me tonight. Use proper cutlery, sit at a table, maybe with a full belly and a stretch of your legs, you might be inclined to be more of a conversationalist.” “You've held me in such ridiculously secure box of a room. Now you'll risk my escaping by letting me step outside that door?” “Well the table and the food are on the other-side of this door. Since business wrapped up late today, it's a few hours past supper but as I said. The spread is better and you won't have to sit on the floor this evening.” Bill replied. “But you are right, I gathered that you've been dreaming and planning your escape since you woke up in my rooms. Opening this door with out guards at the door, the windows and anywhere else you might decide to attempt to flee. Then of course there is the very obvious fact that I myself am your company tonight.” She rolled her eyes slightly having been prepared to take advantage of his offer. She was hungry, but she was angry as well. She stood up from where she'd been sitting straightening her skirts. He grinned and stood up straight, offering her his arm. She just gave him a look still unwilling to let him touch her. He relented and stepped back opening the door and allowing her to exit before he did. She took the small consideration and left the room entering to his much more spacious and furnished rooms. She made note of the other doors in the room as well as the windows. Her 'host' closed the door to her confinement behind him. As promised, the table was set for two complete with plates and cutlery, meat, vegetables and fruit. He invited her to sit down, and she cautiously accepted and sat down. Playing his trade downstairs during the day, he'd at least washed his hands before he began his visit with her tonight. Didn't change the fact that he still smelled of blood. Human or animal was anyone's guess. Yet she didn't seem to be put off or grossed out by it. Conversationalists Even though she was clearly starving, she instead refused to give into her carnal instincts and dive into the meal with her hands. She used the miss matched cutlery and took small bites. The butcher was both intrigued and entertained. He'd never seen anyone so upright and proper, even now when she hadn't eaten for days. “We don't see any like you in the 5 points. Even when the well to do come down from their lofty nets uptown, to see how they may signal their own virtue waning to help their 'fellow man'.” “Their bible teaches them to be humble, and to hate themselves for their wealth and privilege. They are meant to show their commitment to God through their good works, or so they are told by their preachers and priests.” She said taking a small drink from her cup. “oh. You don't believe in God I take it?” He asked. “You do?” She countered. “The most savage part of New York is where you call your home and place of work, yet you insist there is a deity that presides over all of the violence and bloodshed. I hesitate to assume you've read the Bible yourself.” She said taking another bite. He chuckled, “You got some sand in you. Even though you call yourself my captive you still have the strength to be insolent.” He commented. “Anyone else, any man who said such a thing to me, they wouldn't find all his pieces with 100 years to search.” He said seriously. He finished chewing the bite he'd taken watching her closer, “What in seven hells are you doing in the Five Points. What is your purpose in coming to this place? It's no place for you.” “How could I resist being the personal guest of the Butcher himself.” She asked side-eyeing him for a split second. “Oh. I see.” He said. “You weren't passing through. You would have done that as quickly as possible were that the case. You were here two full days off the boat, my men watched you. Instead you stayed. As though . . . studying everyone. Every gang, every building, every news story, every person. I do find it amusing that you had no idea who I was or that you were being watched.” “Everyone watched me since the moment I boarded the ship in Europe. It was no different when I disembarked the same ship onto American shores. I imagine I seemed like a naive and easy Mark.” She stated. “Someone try to hurt you did they?” He asked. “Tried. Failed miserably.” She stated with no detail. “Since you have no knowledge of it, then I can now assume it wasn't one of your men who tried.” He chuckled again leaning back in his chair rather enjoying this shared meal. “What is your name girl.” She paused only a split second as she continued eating her meal. “You are a mystery I am more then willing to take the time to unravel. However I must unravel it.” He leaned forward again staring at her, “Tell me then little girl, what is your age.” He repeated the same question he'd been most curious about, yet still she wouldn't answer or make a sound to respond. “You are highly educated, that is for sure and certain. Seems as though your education was more of a demand for some reason then the privilege it's seen as. You've had training in the niceties and manners. However I'm willing to wager there is even more training you've been bestowed that you've yet to display.” He quieted his eye never moving from the young woman. “You think I don't know that you have no intention of letting me put you back in that closet. Your calculating the windows and doors trying to decide where the best chance you have of escaping is. You noted everything as you walked out of that closet and into this room. And you figured that if you did it then, you wouldn't have to look again and risk me seeing it. Your not stupid, inept or ignorant by any means. So, if you won't tell me who you are, or what you are doing here . . . I should at least like to know how old my opponent is. It's not much to ask nor will it give you away.” “Your 'opponent' is it?” She said finishing the meal and gracefully wiping her mouth with the napkin provided to her. “Should I be concerned or flattered with such an assessment.” He chuckled, “I'm not a fool. Granted I'm surrounded by them in every direction. But I can see a calculating mind beneath those curls. And I'm certain that as lovely as you look now, had I not kept you here in this way, you clean up right bright. Probably shame any angels that come down to tend to their work. Lucifer himself wouldn't be able to show his face against yours.” The litany of compliments falling out of her captors mouth beneath such a oil marked and thin mu-stash made her realize that he was not admiring her. He was making up for the actions he had already decided on. Perhaps he didn't feel the most justified in it, but he'd made the decision. “So then.” She said staring into his blue eye and the other made of glass. “This is what you choose.” She said not cowering, shivering, or looking away. “I've already told you, there is no escaping this room. Guards on every window and every door. Entrance and exits all well secured. So my question is to you . . . what do you chose.” A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as a certain darkness seemed to fill and descend down around her. “I choose violence.” Was all she said when she stood suddenly knocking the table over onto him as she moved, grabbing the knife off the table to arm herself. Bill fell back not having expected her to move so swiftly and found she wasn't as weak and powerless as one might assume a beautiful and proper young lady to be. As she held a knife, he pulled one of his own butchering knives from it's sheath. Within an instant they were squared up, knives in hand. Yet she didn't raise hers, she kept to to her side keeping absolutely still. Bill chuckled finding this amusing but also taking note how she didn't seem to be upset or panicked in the slightest. She wasn't afraid of him. Most men would be terrified finding themselves in a position opposite the butcher that would be a certain, painful, gruesome death. However she stood fast, and it was plain that she was waiting for him to make the first move. “You have the courage an wit of someone 3 times your senior.” Bill pointed out still analyzing her. She said nothing and didn't move. “What if I carved up that pretty face of yours? Make a mark that let all know your smugness isn't anything then a little girl trying to be tough.” Still she didn't respond, nor did she look away keeping her eyes on him. “Hold up your knife little girl, unless dying this way with no hope of defense is how you wish to end things.” Still she didn't move an inch, she didn't shudder and still refused to take her eyes from his. Still amused at this display, Bill acted as if he was stepping away from the fight starting to turn, but suddenly he lunged at her with a swipe of his sharpened knife, which she easily ducked and stepped aside as he flew past her. Still she hadn't raised her knife. Needless to say this caught him off guard not having expected it. She dodged what would have been a small scratch as he had no desire to mar that lovely fresh pink skin, but it was annoying and unnerving. He looked at her a bit out of breath having intended to strike his target and end with making his point by marking her with one that would heal and disappear. “Seems as though a good meal was all you needed to lose your fear and frustrations, doesn't it.” He didn't turn back towards her before he struck at her again, only to have her step out of the way either backwards or to the side. Dodging each swipe effortlessly, knowing they were closing the distance between her back at the wall. He was losing his temper that he just couldn't seem to make contact. When he leaned forward intending to strike middle, he compromised his balance and she reached out with her free hand and pushed him causing him to stumble back and fall to the floor. Perhaps not the most intelligent thing she could have done considering he was starting to become frustrated which meant it was a very short road to his losing his temper after. No one in all of the five points, nay all of New York could best him in a knife fight. Yet here this young girl was, a knife in her hand and she wasn't using it at all while making him look like a fool. Perhaps, this entire evening, it was the worst blunder she could make. To uncover the dreaded Bill The Butcher's anger and then repeatedly taught it by silently, motionlessly . . . . take his power away from him . . . . . and holding it herself with almost no effort at all. Enraged he threw down his knife as it stuck deep into the floor. Even though she hadn't of yet used it, she also put down her weapon. He turned at roared as he lunged at her with both hands. This time before she could move in any direction, he grabbed the front of her dress and smashed her against the wall, her feet dangling in the air. Still, she showed no sign of fear. He grit his teeth before turning and slamming her down on the wooden floor, sitting on her thighs, her bodice making it easy for him to pin her in place with one hand. Reaching over he grabbed his knife he'd thrown down before and held it to her chest. Yet no sign of fear came. “You aren't afraid of me, you've made that real clear. But I don't believe for a second that you don't have fears. Something terrifies you. I think perhaps I'd like to know what.” “If I'm such a problem for you, then drive your knife through my heart and end it.” She said calmly. “If you could muster the strength to do so.” “Oh make no mistake. I could easily carve out your heart and show it to you before burning it on the fire. But then you'd win, wouldn't you. You'd win and I would be without the answers I seek forever. No. I wouldn't get your hopes up for death that easily.” He moved down and began to cut through the cloth of her dress. Mindful of the bodice and careful not to scratch or mark her skin. Then he flipped her over onto her stomach, placing one knee at her back as he removed her skirt and undergarments in the same barbaric cutting way with his knife as he did the rest of it. “Shame to have to cut apart such a well made dress with such fine material.” Finally he cut the other layers and her under-blouse off leaving her in that steel boned corset which kept her immobile and did half his work. He paused there and leaned down next to her ear keeping her pinned to the ground. He held his sharp knife in front of her eyes. “You see this knife?” He said, “This knife has cut thousands of carcasses apart of feed those in the 5 points. It's ended the lives of countless traitors and those who have offended me. I can't say it's ever ended the life of a woman, but it certainly has marked more then one woman over the years. How would you like to be the latest taste of female blood to coat the steel?”

Hi Extreme, it's me, I'm happy to know that you liked my work there, unfortunately I ended up stopping with the photos with captions due to lack of time, but at least I left some with Lara giving blowjobs to fat, ugly and dirty guys 😄 Hello CrossroadsMk2, I'm happy to know that you liked my work, I hope my work helps you create your story, Thank you for responding to me by email =D

Hi LaraCunt, sorry it's been a few days since I checked the forum and I don't seem to get notifications when people post anymore. Your artwork looks amazing - definitely inspires me to write some more 😁. I'll send you an email and would love to see your other stuff.

Hi Lara Cunt, are you the same artist who posts Lara's comics and photos on Imagefap? If this is you, I just want to say that I really like your pics, especially the ones with captions, and also the one where Lara is giving a blowjob to this fat, ugly, dirty guy

Thanks for keeping this going.

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I replied to your email LHunt, I created some more photos along with this one and sent them to you too. I would also like to send my creations to you CrossroadsMk2, if you can and want just reply to me at larawombraided@gmail.com and I would be happy to share them with you, thank you in advance

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I’ll email you the account activation and password reset links that will work, if you can provide me with a working email address. The one I have in the database returns as a disabled account.