1.00 – Prologue

The night is cold and perfectly still. A full moon stares down from the star-peppered sky, judging in its purity. The hairs stand up on the back of my neck as a chill creeps down my spine. I shiver, tugging my hoodie closer around me and hiding my face. I’ve always hated full moons. They make the night unaturally bright, weaken the shadows. Anyone – anything – could be watching me, could be lurking in the inky shadows that pool sullenly below the trees.

And I can’t let them find me.

Who am I?

Well, there’s a question. My parents called me Lucas. Lucas Edward Carter, if you want the name on my birth certificate. Nowadays, I go by Gabriel. Gabe. A stupid nickname that stuck, that will provide me cover. But I’m no messenger of God. Far from it.

I shift on the wooden chair, wincing as the prominent metal bar presses into my thighs. Uncomfortable is good. It means you stay awake. I can’t fall asleep here, out in the dark, in the cold.

In the flickering light of the firepit, I fold and unfold and re-fold the ticket stub, my eyes half-focused on the grimy paper. The night bus from Bridgeport had reached the small town of Riverview at some ungodly hour of the night, but I’d stumbled off as it rolled to a halt outside a darkened theatre. My ticket proclaimed I was travelling as far as Twinbrook, but they’d be able to trace that. They’d know. They wouldn’t guess I’d got off in a completely different town. Or would they suspect that? Should I move ag-

No, breathe, Gabe. Calm. Don’t panic. By the time they figure it out, the trail will have gone cold.

Who are they?

The police.

Wait. Before you judge me, let me explain. Hear me out, get to know me a little.

We’ll start at the beginning.


My earliest memories are of my parents fighting.

Before my recent ‘adventure’, I had lived in Bridgeport all my life. It wasn’t exactly the best place for a struggling young family trying to make their way in the world, but moving didn’t even cross my mother’s mind.

She and my father had met on a film set, a chance meeting at a rather disasterous audition. It had been an instant attraction and barely a month passed before their engagement. Then, within a month of their marriage, my mother landed a lead role in an otherwise big-name film and her acting career really took off.

And then I came along.

I was an accident. A mistake.

With my birth, my mother’s acting career was ruined. Turns out you don’t look nearly half as sexy to the fans if you have a baby waiting at home. You lose the untouchable air that gets guys drooling; they just picture you squealing happily over little booties and over-stuffed teddy bears.

That was not the image her agent wanted for her.

She blamed my father, yes, but she blamed me most of all. In her darkest hours, she turned to drink. And when she drank, she got violent.

My father, Daniel, always tried his best to protect me, but, with his own flourishing acting career, he just wasn’t home often enough. Looking back, I don’t blame him. Who would want to spend more time than they had to with a drunk, sobbing wife?

At the time, though, just his presence was enough to ignite happiness within me. My daddy was my knight in shining armour, my protector. When he wasn’t there, I would pine.

Needless to say, I spent much of my time pining.

One day, when I was four years old, my mother walked out of my life forever.

My father seemed to lose something of himself after my mother left. Despite all of the faults in their marriage, he had loved her and that didn’t stop. Even after she was gone.

He lost his job as an actor soon after. His heart just wasn’t in it any more.

We barely made ends meet.

My father would go out in the evenings and bus tables or serve drinks, or even work on the food truck. When I was younger, he would hire a babysitter to take care of me, but by the time I started school we just couldn’t afford it. I became used to long evenings alone at home, heating up cold tinned soup on the stove when I got too hungry.

After a class on microbes at school, I became obsessive over the idea of germs. I would always wash up any dirty dishes twice. Sometimes, when my father was home really late, I’d take all the clean plates, mugs and cutlery out of the drawers and cupboards and wash them again. And then again.

By the time I was seven, my father had given up working altogether. He started to drink to get himself through the days. Unlike my mother, my father didn’t get violent when he was drunk. He would just cry. Sometimes he would grab my arm and pull me close, holding me tightly and apologising over and over again. I would always wriggle away because I hated the stench on his breath.

I would often come home from school to find him slouched in front of the television, a beer bottle dangling from one hand. God knows where he got the money for booze from. I didn’t want to ask.

At this point, I was practically surviving on heated-up soup, though I’d taught myself how to make waffles out of a cookbook my mother had left behind. Though I always burnt them, I’d eat them anyway. Hunger isn’t fussy.

I’d make my father waffles or heated-up soup too,  though sometimes I had to coax him to eat. Most of the time though, he ate without complaint. I think he was just glad I never burnt down the apartment with my culinary experiments.

On my eighth birthday, the world as I knew it fell apart.

I returned home from school to find my father slumped on the sofa as usual.  The television was switched to the twenty-four hour news channel, the plump newsreader talking animatedly to no one. And then the screen shifted and a blonde woman walked down some church steps on the arm of a handsome man.

Superstar actress Lauren Jones weds  big-time actor Matthew Hamming in ritzy ceremony, the news ticker proclaimed.

Lauren Jones. My mother.

I glanced at my father. At first, I had assumed he was asleep, but something was different. Something was wrong. Vomit stained his collar. A pot of pills lay at his feet. It had been full that morning, but now only choked up two white tablets.

Oh, God.

Dropping my bag by the front door, I approached him, uneasiness twisting my guts.


When he didn’t reply, my eyes were drawn – slowly – to his face. His eyes were wide open, but glassy, staring. Unseeing.

I screamed.

After that, I was shipped off to Bridgeport’s children’s home.  My mother declined to have me; she even denied that I existed, suing the press for slander when they ran a piece about her previous marriage.

I was put in a dormitory with six other boys, including two young toddlers. They were a rowdy bunch, always laughing and running and shouting and playing.

I didn’t fit in with them.

But you shouldn’t pity me.

I had friends, especially in my teenage years. We’d often bunk off school and meet up at the Butterfly Esplanade, just to hang out. They were the first people to make me feel wanted, as though I truly belonged. Those carefree days amongst the butterflies were what I lived for.

I know they felt it too.

And then, there was Kami. Kami Starr. My closest friend.

To be totally honest, I had a massive crush on her, but she was going steady with my friend, Mike. So I kept it platonic. Even if she had been single, though, I would have probably been too shy to make a move on her. My turbulent childhood didn’t exactly leave me with the greatest confidence and self esteem.

Kami was great. I could really talk to her, you know? Even when the others weren’t around, we’d sometimes head to the Esplanade, just the two of us. She shares some of my most treasured memories.

I wonder where she is now.


Oh, right.

I’m sorry. You don’t want to hear about all that. I’m supposed to be telling you about why the police are after me.

At the thought of them – their blue lights, their badges, their guns – my chest tightens. Do they know where I am even now? Has someone betrayed me? What am I doing sitting here and writing in a bloody diary, for God’s sake? I should move.

No, no, Gabe. It’s okay.

Finish the story.


Sometime after my sixteenth birthday, I ran away from the children’s home. Though I’d been intending to seek refuge with them, I never saw my friends again.

James Frank.

I met him on my first night on the streets. I was huddled in a shop doorway, teeth chattering, shivering down to my bones, when he came out of nowhere and offered me a hand. He said he had a place I could stay.

But, of course, with James, nothing was for free.

I could stay with him in his apartment – rent-free – if I performed for him certain, well… favours. My stomach rolls over at the thought.

I’m ashamed to say, though, I was so cold, so hungry, so desperate that first night, I would have agreed to anything.

And so I became his.

Don’t get me wrong, he never touched my virginity – that ‘precious commodity’, as he called it. No. But he made good use of my hands. My mouth.

It was degrading. His touch made my skin crawl. I wanted to scream and run and cry. I should have walked out, gone back to the children’s home where they were surely anxious about my whereabouts. I should have gone back to my friends.

But I was too scared to leave, and so I stayed.

And then, yesterday, I snapped.

When he wrapped his arms around me, whispering dirty words into my ear, the anger and pain boiled over. I shoved him away.

But we were at the top of the stairs.

And he fell.

He didn’t get up again.

Oh, God, what have I done?

I feel sick just thinking about it.

I knew I had to leave, to get out of the city. Someone would raise the alarm eventually. Enough people in our apartment block knew my name, my face, and were used to my comings and goings. And then I’d be arrested and put in prison and –

It didn’t bear thinking about.

I had to get out.

I managed to steal some clean clothes from some unfortunate person’s washing line. I changed quickly in an alleyway, dumping my old clothes in a industrial bin. I tugged out my piercings and trashed them too.

I couldn’t leave any trace of my existence or they’d find me.

They’ll find me.

I reached the bus station just in time to purchase a one-way ticket to Twinbrook, using some money I’d stolen from James’s wallet as I’d left. I felt guilty stealing from a dead man, especially someone I’d – oh, God – killed. But I figured my need was greater than his.

As the bus left the city behind, I caught sight of the date on my ticket. It was my eighteenth birthday. I let out a laugh then, burying in my face in my hands as I struggled not to cry.

Of all the days to become an adult.

Belatedly, I realised that I’d left my meagre belongings in James’s apartment – my mobile phone, my razor, a book on gardening I’d been reading from James’s bookcase. Another change of clothes.

I had nothing.

I still have nothing.

What the hell am I going to do?



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68 responses to “1.00 – Prologue

  1. What pose pack did you use for when his father was dead on the couch?

    Okay, now, wow, really wow! Now the really Emy comes out! And I love her! The whole story line is very creative and I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on us!

    • Emy

      (EDIT (put the wrong one)) The Sleeping Pose Pack by traelia – here: http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=442956 :)

      Awww. *blushes* Thank you so much for the compliment. I’m actually much more comfortable in this style than the style I write the Dreams in (that probably says many things about me XD) and I’ve learnt a LOT about simming since I started them nearly ten months ago. So yes, I really needed a new blog where I could REALLY show off.

      But, awww, thank you so much! That really means a lot. I’m so happy!! I was worried people wouldn’t like it because it’s SO different from the Dreams, but I’m glad you do! :D Your comment’s made my day! :D

      *shuts up now :D :D*

  2. Dreamy Underwood

    Okay, I see why you wanted to write this. It is going to be very dark. I can see you using all your talent now. I think this is going to be a good legacy quite dark but good all the same.

    • Emy

      Aw, thank you. :) This prologue was a lot of work, but I think it was worth it. :)

      And don’t worry, not all of it will be this dark. ^^ <3

  3. I really liked reading this and am very interested to see where it goes! Your Sims also look very good, really like ‘normal’ people and I’m very envious. Well done!

  4. Luffs it. <3 Very good. Can't wait to read more. :D

  5. Wow, Emy…just wow! You’ve been holding out on us. :P

    But I’m kind of glad you waited to start this. Now the pose player is out, and it lends SO much to the story, IMO. That picture of when Gabe found his dad was just chilling along with your description. And the one of Gabe daydreaming about Kami by the fire was so sweet too.

    I’m SO excited for this story, and I’ll be patient, but I can’t wait for more! <33

    • Emy

      Haha, you’re the second person to say that!! I’m sorry! XD

      Yes, I’m really glad I waited too. The Pose Player is really EXCELLENT for things like this. It was so much hard work setting everything up (I had about four different saved games for the prologue and many hours were spent with move objects on XD) but it was REALLY worth it. :) I’m glad you think it was too!! :D

      Hopefully it won’t be too long a wait! I’m really excited to get this going, but I’m definitely starting to feel the uni pressure now. Two more weeks!!! Then SUMMER. :D

      Thank you so so much! <3

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  7. Goatster96

    My goodness.
    This has to be the best prologue to a Legacy that I’ve read in a long time. When I saw the first picture, I thought it was beautiful. If I could, I’d probably spend the entire Sim-night watching the phases of its moon… but if I did, my sims would probably set themselves on fire or something due to my neglectfulness. -_-” XD
    But anyway. The characters… wow. Isaac has so far held the trophy for my favorite founder in a legacy, but Gabriel has the potential to swipe it from him. ;D As for Gabriel’s mother… I wanted to smack her with something. How could you not love the boy? D: He was (and still is) adorable!
    I think this goes without saying, but I’m more than excited for the next installment. :D

    • Emy

      Awww, seriously?? Wow, that’s such a compliment!! :)

      I love that first picture. I was just lucky the moon was in just the right place for me to capture it. I’m guilty of sometimes watching the night sky whilst my sims are sleeping. It’s just so beautiful.

      Aww, really?? I didn’t realise you liked Isaac so much. He’s a cutie, that’s for sure. <3 And I love Gabriel already and I've only played with him a little bit. :) We shall see. ^^

      Thank you so so much! <3

      Gabriel's mother… yes. I don't know what to say about her. But let's just say she's contributed to Gabe's commitment issues somewhat. XD

  8. Wow. This is an amazing prologue to your new DITFT.

    I can’t wait to see what happens to Gabriel in his life since he left Bridgeport.

  9. Lilith Kawanami

    Emy, this is…it’s…UNDESCRIBABLE!!!
    I love all the pses you used, it really adds to the story.
    Best. Prolouge. Ever!
    I wanted to kill his mom, and James.
    Emy, you have definately been holding out on us! I think this blog is going to get more views than than the dreams! You seem so much more comfortable in this style!
    I cannot WAIT for the next chapter!

    • Emy

      Awww, thank you so much! <3 <3

      I know!! I love the pose player, it's just awesome! :D

      Yeah, I'm much more comfortable in this style, but when I started the Dreams I hadn't really settled into a style, so it probably really shows. Of course, this just means I'm going to try and make the Dreams better to match this. I can't quite believe I pulled this prologue off the way it was in my head!!

      Thank you so much again!! <3

  10. Emy my god this is AMAZING! O_O I started reading it, and I had to leave to go somewhere, and my mind was glued to the thought of finishing it the whole time I was out. You really have me hooked! I seriously can’t wait for more!

    Anyways! What a brutal life…. his stupid mother ruined his life. She only cared about herself, and fame. Her boy, husband and a happy life met nothing, if she didn’t have glory from it. It drove his father to kill himself, for him to grow up in as an orphan, and plus he was molested so to speak, for a place to live. Then he kills someone, and he has nothing. I feel so bad for him! <3 He's very handsome by the way! :)

    Looking forward to more,

    *Long comment… lolz. xD

    • Emy

      Don’t worry, I love long comments. :D :D

      Haha, I was worried I was heaping too much misery on the poor guy, but I wanted a way to justify/explain his commitment issues/shy/neurotic traits. Poor guy. And he -is- very handsome, hehe. :D

      Thank you so much! That’s such a compliment that you couldn’t stop thinking about it! *does a happy dance*

  11. This is fantastic! Amazing job!

    I love that the founder’s name is Gabriel as that’s my little boy’s name! This story is starting unlike any DITFT I’ve read and I really like the somewhat darker tone…makes it unique. The poses are awesome…I’ve downloaded the poseplayer…now I just to figure out how to use it! I love seeing the different poses people are using in their stories…so many possibilities.

    Can’t wait to see what will happen next!

    • Emy

      Aww, thank you so much!! <3 <3

      Aww! <3 I love the name Gabriel! I'm planning on calling my future son Gabriel. :D

      I'm enjoying the darker tone. For some reason, I'm much more confident and comfortable with a darker style. :) :)

      Thanks so much again! <3

  12. Poor Gabriel =[ I want to snuggle him so much… And his poor papa! He was so -cute- =[

    This is really good, Emy, I really like it =D

  13. darklai5544

    Wow this is a really awesome start!!
    I totally love it can’t wait for more :)

  14. So you finally let us in on all those uni years of studying writing huh? my god it was SO AWEOSME! Ya know when you are a famous author one day we are all gonna sit here and say “I used to read her stuff years ago when she played the sims” :P

    • Emy

      Haha, that would be awesome if it was the case. It’ll take a while though. One day… :D

      Thank you so so much!! <3 I'm glad you like it. ^^

  15. Nightrain17

    Wow! I mean like really wow! Legendary fits better! I love your writing, you’ve got me hooked. And Gabriel (heehee I remember) looks adorable, I mean really he does! I hope the police don’t catch him. I’d cry if they did, and it’s fair to say that I’ve bawled enough today! I love this already, I’m adding it to my links like right now!

    • Emy

      You’re already in my links. ^^

      Haha, I should have called Isaac’s brother something different… oh well. Too late. XD

      Thank you so much!! I’m glad you like it! :D :D <3

  16. I absolutely LOVE this. It’s so different from a lot of the prologues I’ve read before. Your back story is wonderful. You took something common (a parent walking out on a child for selfish reasons) and turned it into something unique and totally made it your own. Double thumbs up! Your writing has me totally captivated. I really can’t wait to see what happens next!!!

    • Emy

      Aww, thank you so much!! <3 <3 I felt he needed to tell his backstory and I'm really glad I started like this. :) Hope I can keep people's interests!! :D

      Thank you again! <3

  17. Emy, I really love this. I can’t wait to read the rest. Your use of the new poses is fantastic. I like how real it makes your story. That must take days of planning.

    • Emy

      Aww, thank you! :) I had a lot of fun with the new poses.

      I guess it took about a week to get all of the shots and about four different save files? Something like that. I planned it all out in my head when I couldn’t sleep. XD

  18. Fjdsfhdklfhsadfhsla! This is freaking fantastic! I literally could not stop reading from beginning to end. My thoughts didn’t even drift once (and I’m a notorious daydreamer)! Really, really amazing. In the span of just a single prologue, Gabe became a real person to me and not just another character in a story. Again, amazing.

    I can’t wait to read more from this one! I have to know what happens to him next!!!

    • Emy

      Aww, thank you so much!! That’s such a compliment! <3 <3 It probably notices that I'm much more comfortable in this style, hehe.

      I'm writing the next chapter at the moment (in between working on assignments) so hopefully it'll be up soon. :)

  19. Hehe, THIS IS AWESOME! Great work Emy. This prologue is a great start. I can’t wait till I read more. I want to see how Gabriel picks up his life and keeps hidden from the cops.

    • Emy

      Awww, thank you! That means a lot coming from you! :D :D <3

      I'm writing the next chapter at the moment, so hopefully it should be up soonish. :)


  20. Wow.. this promises to be great. I will add this.. I’m intrigued! Very tense. I love it! Great use of the different poses… I especially like that one by the fire.

  21. OOOH EMY!! I love this soooo much! I’ve always loved stories with a darker tone, both reading and writing them. I sometimes think of having a side project to the colourful happiness that is a rainbowcy^^ But anyway, I’m so glad you took on a side project because it is AMAZING!! Everything I want to say has been said dozens of times by your other admiring fans up there, so I just want to say that I love this writing style, it’s really caught my attention and I can barely contain myself to click onto the next chapter as I write this comment!! But this awesome prologue deserves praise, so I have to restrain myself^^ x

    • Emy

      Darker side projects are always good fun. I’d definitely read one from you if you ever decided to do it! :D

      Thank you so much!! <3 <3

  22. What a great start to a legacy. I’m so happy that I started reading in the beginning so i can always stay caught up. I can’t wait to read more. This was by far the best start to a legacy i have ever read.

  23. valerian1994

    Mannnnnn EMY you did it, okay, what uni which course, tell me or i shall have to find it on my own, who cares about tuition fees and boarding, i wanna hone my limited writting skills.

    O.O anyway OMG wow, on the edge of my seat O.O gimmeeee more!

    • Emy

      I do Creative Writing at the University of Winchester. I love it. :D

      Working on the next update right now! :D :D

      Thanks so much! <3

  24. OMG This is amazing! Poor Gabe he had such a horrible life..I hope things look up soon

  25. Oh wow! This is some truly amazing storytelling. Poor Gabriel, such a tough life already, and so young. Can’t wait to watch him grow!

  26. snowdropxox

    W-O-W! Just stumbled upon this and W-O-W is all i can say really. Lov the way you have a plotline that is easy to follow yet is full of mystery. Love the way you hav so much detail in the backstory of his life. This is pretty EPIC!! can’t wait to read more! =D

  27. So, I honestly thought I sub’d to this blog when you first created it. So, I never came back to check because I thought I’d get an e-mail. It wasn’t until we started to do CB that I realized you had actually already started this. I’ve been massively busy and only just now gotten the chance to read.

    I’m so impressed. You did a beautiful job crafting Gabe’s character. You gave us clear exposition and showed how it had shaped Gabe into who he is and why he’s on the run while still allowing room for more plot development. You also did a great job establishing sympathy for Gabe. I’m invested in him already.

    How horrible that he went through what he went through. To be forced to perform sexual favors in exchange for a place to say is awful. Also, excellent use of poses. You are a fantastic storyteller, Emy. :)

    • Emy

      Oops. XD I’ve done that before. Luckily you noticed before I got very far! :)

      Aww, thank you so much! I really admire you for your storytelling and character development, so that means a lot coming from you. <3

      Fff, now I don't know what to say. XD

      Gabe's character and his story was quite firmly established in my head when I created him. I didn't want him just to be a sim I created in CAS, but a living breathing person. So I'm glad I achieved that for you. That was my goal. :)

      Thank you again, Toast! <3

  28. Wow this is great so far! I just wanna give Gabe a huge hug, I feel so sorry for him. Going to read the rest right now!

  29. Really, a wonderful start you have here! I happened on this page completely by accident from another blog that I read and I must say, this is really well done! I’m definitely going to keep up with this one! :D

  30. Okay, so far I have to say this is my favorite Sims 3 blog I’ve read as of yet and I only just read the prologue. <3

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