Day: 11. February 2012

When Carla and Paul reached the airport, they were almost out of money. Carla hadn’t taken any when they were being pursued by the Mafia, but she could withdraw some at the bank near the airport. Paul, of course, had no money, seeing as he hadn’t thought to bring any when he travelled back in time. while Carla was taking out her money for two tickets to Spain, Paul walked over to the newsagents. He couldn’t read the papers but he saw the date was the 30th of January, 2010. From the airport clock he could see it was 11:20 pm, which gave him twelve days, six hours and about eight minutes to save his mom.

He had stored the staff in a trombone case they had bought from a music shop. he had thought about using it again to give himself some more time, but he didn’t want to risk it. He had collapsed for hours the first time. There was no telling what could happen now.

When Carla came back, her bag was bulging with cash. “Here.” she said to Paul, handing him some. “That’s enough to get us to Spain from here. After that, I’m afraid you’re on your own.”

Paul nodded in gratitude. “Carla…I really appreciate you doing this. I know you might get in trouble now but…well thanks.”

Carla brushed her hair out of her eyes without looking at him. “Come on. The next plane’s leaving in an hour.”

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They arrived in Madrid at three ‘o’ clock in the morning. Paul was fresh now, as he had got a long sleep on the plane. Carla had been restless at the thought of being in her homeland. To swim on those beautiful beaches again…. It was too much to bear. And to think it’s because of this man drooling next me! she thought. And then he was actually thanking her! She was a thief, plain and simple. That money she’d got for the tickets had been stolen out of the Mafia’s private account. She had swiped the credit card out of the big Russian guy’s pocket after she’d knocked him out. She should be thanking this man, the American Paul Kane.

With all this on her mind, it was clear why Carla didn’t get any sleep. So when they landed in Madrid, she had dark circles under her eyes. She was in a foul mood, but it cleared up when she got a good whiff of fresh, Spanish air. They walked up to the car park together, and then it was time to say goodbye.

“I guess I better go now.” frowned Paul “I mean, I don’t have any money with me. But I’ll find a way.”
Carla didn’t say anything for a minute and then she threw the bag at him. “Here. Take it. You need it much more than me.”

Paul looked inside the bag and his jaw dropped. “Carla…There must be $3000 in here!!”

Carla nodded. “I know. But the Mafia wouldn’t put a good use to it. So take it. save your mother”

There was a short pause and then Paul sighed. “Okay. Bye Carla.”

“Adios Paul.”

Paul walked away glumly, even with the massive amount of money in his hands. It felt good to have a companion, if only for a short while. But just then, he heard a faint yell from behind him.

“Paul, wait!!!”

Chapter Five:

Belle shot Damon a quizicall look, “What are you talking about?

Damon shrugged, “You’re okay, right?” His moment of laughter had seaped away, leaving him his usual cocky self.

“Yes, I suppose I am,” Belle struggled up.

“Well, dear,” Dr. Sprite laughed now, “You gave us all quite a fright when you wouldn’t wake up.”

“What?” Belle looked her, “I am awake.”

“Now,” Damon snorted, “It took ages to get even a groan from you.”

“You were as silent and still as a…hmmm. Nothing is coming to my mind that fits that description right now.” the Dr. shrugged, “You should get up and walk around a bit. ”

“Um, all right,” Belle pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and stood up. The ground seemed to spin around her. And then it was rushing towards her at surpriesing speed. A second later, the floor stopped abruptly. Damon had his arm around her and held her only a few inches off the ground.

“You have to be much more careful than that,” he laughed, “Next time I’m not around, you’ll find yourself flat on the floor.”

Blushing, Belle struggled out of his arms and stood on her own two feet. She felt relieved when the floor stayed in place.

“You go now,” Belle nodded towards Damon and Dr. Sprite, “I can take care of myself.”

“Yes, Fella with inform us if you need me,” the Dr. smiled and she and Damon left.

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Belle walked for a bit. Her head still hurt but other than that, she was fine. Still, walking in circles around her room made her dizzy and nauseous.

I’ll go and walk in the corridor, Belle decided. Taking her time, she strolled out of the room and into the hallway. It was bright white as usual and in much contrast to her old home. Her mind traveled back to her own school in the Past Preserve. It had been an old brick building with at least 90 rooms and techers. However, the school had many colors in it. Blues, greys, reds, and all the colors of the rainbow. Belle siged. Everything was much simpler there. People didn’t fly cars, didn’t dress in all the wierd outfits and they certainly didn’t have hologram items.

Belle had by now mande her way down the hallway to an open door. Inside, Damon’s voice floated out.

“Seriously?” Damonwas yelling. Belle hadn’t known he stayed in this dorm building. Of course he did, though. Everyone who whent to Swanbridge High did.

Belle inched closer to the open door.

“Look, I know you think that taking all this money is good for you and is your right, but why don’t you just work for it?” Damon asked the person he was talking to. A hologram voice replied, “Damon, you will do what I ask you to or else I will have to make you.”

“You would, woudn’t you?” Damon snorted, “You don’t care for me. Just about your money. Money, money money. Well you can go to hell. I won’t get it for you.”

Belle heard the sound of the holophone shutting off a call. Her hands shook. Whoever Damon was talking to wanted him to do something. And from the way he spoke, it was not something good. Belle felt something in her belly knot. It was not a good feeling.

Then there were footsteps. Before she could make her legs move, Damon stepped out of the room and looked right at her.

“You know, you breathe really loud.”

To be Continued…

P.S. Sorry I haven’t been posting in a while. I was busy with school and stuff. Still, I read all of your guys’ posts. Please leave comments and suggestions.

P.S.S. Thank you to ALooseAvian for your idea. I am really glad you gave it to me. I was having writer’s block!!!

“Do you have to leave so soon?” Maria asked only for the 7th time.

“Yes. It bugs me having to stay in one area for too long.”

“I wish you could stay. We would have made great friends.” She said quietly.

“We already are.” I said and her face lit up with a smile.

“Ready?” Ryan asked as he pulled up next to me on his horse.

“Yup.” I climbed back onto Blaze’s saddle and felt the familiar reins. “Were going to switch directions. We’ll head west for now.”

He nodded and we urged our horses forward out of camp. Almost the whole tribe was out to wave goodbye to us. I felt very famous and pampered and by the look on Ryan’s face, he was feeling the same way. We trotted on until the Barbarian tribe was out of sight.

“Soo…” Ryan said after a while ignoring me rolling my eyes. “I got a few things I gotta ask. First of all, the banquet? Amazing! Games? Awesome! And food? The highlight of my day. But the story, I just don’t understand. The Dark Ones and Orin? Who are they?”

“My turn to tell a little story I guess. See according to legend, a long, long time ago, before Savvies and Roamers existed and the Barbarians were just starting out, there were another group, The Dark Ones. Their names should say it all. They hated everyone and everything and when they heard of the Barbarians, they instantly came in and enslaved us all. Orin, the hero of the story you heard the other night, he was our savior. He came in and ran away almost all of the Dark Ones. And after he died, his followers finished the job and the Dark Ones retreated to the Beyond. Later on, some Barbarians got smart and started the Savvies and others went off the start the Roamers tribe. And well, you know the rest.”

“That one part, about the bird in the cage, what do you think it means?”

“I know what it means.” I reached in my pocket and pulled out the note that I found attached to the bird during capture-the-flag. He read it and shook his head.

“So the legend, it’s true?”

“I don’t know. To be honest it could easily be someone pulling a mean trick.”

“Yeah I guess. We’ll our time is coming. At least, thats what the note says. We’ll figure it out then but for now, It’ll just have to remain a mystery.”

I didn’t say anything and we rode on in silence. Ryan tried to make conversation over and over but each time it only died down. I was to absorbed in my own thoughts, thinking about…everything. Ryan, the Dark Ones, the note, Ryan, my dad, Drake, Ryan, oh and Ryan. I didn’t know what to do about him! I wanted to run to him so many times but my stupid conscious reminded me about Drake to many times to count and guilt kept washing over me every time I only wondered about what it would be like to just forget Drake and my tribe and stay with Ryan. Does this happen to everyone or am I just unlucky? The sun began to set and we stopped to camp out near a big rock that stood out from the grassy terrain. By the time the fire was lit up and food was cooking over it, the sun was gone and the stars came out to dance with the moon that shined like a beacon.

“Hey.” Ryan said as he sat next to me. “What’s up? You’ve been distant. You should be happy right now. You beat me at capture-the-flag. That’s something to smile about.” I gave him a faint smile which to be honest was the best I could do. “See? Don’t you feel a little better?” I glanced at him and caught his steady gaze shining from those dazzling brown eyes. I ripped my gaze away and instead looked at the stars in the sky, the moon, the grass, anywhere except at Ryan. But I could tell he was looking at me.

She wouldn’t look at me. In fact, she looked everywhere except at me. What did I do? Was it something I said? Something I did? I don’t know. I don’t think I will every understand girls but this was one I wasn’t giving up on. But my window was closing. I saw in her perfect eyes that she was denying me to the point of no return. I had to do something. Fast.

“Seriously, What’s wrong?” Ryan asked and I heaved a great sigh. He sure was persistent.

“It’s nothing. I just got a lot on my mind.”

“Really? What about?” He asked and with out warning, brushed my hair behind my ear and rested his hand on my shoulder. I shivered and almost forgot what I was going to say.

“About–uh… things really. Like the note and stuff.”

“And stuff. That explains a lot. What kind of stuff?” HIs hand slid around to my other shoulder and before I knew it, he had is arm around me.

“It- it’s nothing important.” I stammered, quickly losing my train of thought. He was so close now that I felt his warm breath on my neck. I stared at my hands in my lap, refusing to look at me.

“Claire.” he whispered.

I broke and made the fatal mistake of looking up at him. In less then a second he had swopped down and kissed me, unsure at first. The first thing I felt was shock. Then it turned into something else, something you can’t really describe. I felt as if a wall that had stood tall inside me forever and be knocked to the ground with a gently touch from Ryan. My conscious stayed quiet and everything else that surrounded me faded away. All I felt was Ryan. My mind went into some sort of auto drive and I linked my arms around his neck drawing him closer and his hesitance went away. My mind went foggy and nothing processed quiet right. It felt like I needed something, something important. Air. I broke away and found us both panting, sucking in air. The switch in my brain went from off to on and guilt swept in along with other feelings. What was it? Happiness? Longing? Regret?

“I’m going to bed.” I muttered and stood up without a response and moved as far away from Ryan as I could without leaving the camp.

I heard him sigh a little and pull out some blankets, draping one over me but I didn’t respond, pretending to be asleep. Sleep seemed impossible with my mind running 200 miles per hour but at some point in the night it finally came and gave me some peace.

*Sorry for all of the mushy mushy junk. I write according to my mood and I was feeling mushy so… There is my story! It sucked… Don’t worry. It can’t get worse, right? Right?*

Just Be Friends – Chapter Five – He’s Dead

Zak seemed so sad as he left my house. I watched him go, leaning on the door, swinging listlessly back and forth. Swung too far and collapsed into a heap on the floor. I struggled upwards, re-adjusting my glasses. Zak didn’t even smile then. As he walked away, I noticed more bruises on the back of his neck, his shoulders, even his wrists.

Something was definitely going on. Zak wasn’t the clumsy sort and he’d definitely tell me if he’d been in a fight.

Closing the door, I nearly tripped over Doodle, who’d decided it’d be fun to stand behind me and make me fall for the second time.

“Doodle…oh no, my glasses!” I cried, picking up my glasses, which had flew off my face and skittered across the hardwood floor, bent in half, one of the lenses smashed.

I can see perfectly fine without them, but since a young age Roux and I suffered with mad headaches while reading, writing, and staring at a computer screen for far too long. And so, we were lumbered with glasses. The both of us were. I looked like a nerd, whereas Roux managed to pull them off and look like Harry Potter, for goodness sake. Man, now when I think about it, Roux and I shared so many traits. The allergy to peppermints, the same smile, and the same pose we both adopted when bored out of our minds. It makes me miss him even more.

I miss Ezra too. I don’t speak of him often because through my childhood he tortured Roux, pulling the heads off his teddies and tearing up pictures he did at school. Ezra always was jealous; often because Mother gave more attention to Roux then she did to me and Ezra. Ezra and I were the outcasts, the ones you took one look at and instantly thought bad of us. Ezra and I were tall, scrawny, stubborn, and very, very often got ourselves into trouble. Roux was tall too, slim, obedient (when I wasn’t influencing him) and very often took the blame for things I did.

I don’t speak of Ezra because it was possibly the way he treated Roux and treated me like I was a princess. He called me a princess too, when I was younger. Then he met those thugs he called his friends. And I was subjected to being his annoying little sister. Nothing more. Ezra didn’t like Zak either. Thought he was a bit of a freak, a bit of a troubled soul.

I reached out and picked up the phone on the hallway table. Dialling a number, I held it to my ear. I hadn’t spoken to him in ages. How would he react? He didn’t know about the death of Roux just yet. He was doing so well at Art College and it would be horrible to give him that sort of bad news.

“Hello, Ezra Stark speaking…,” His voice had changed too. I sat there, listening to it. It was deeper (obviously) and far more sophisticated than when he was a kid.

“Hello? Anybody there?!”

“Uh, hello….Ezra?”

“Who are you?”

“Your…sister. Detroit”

“Oh hi Detroit. How are you? What about Roux, still doing well? And how about, Zak, the strange one?”

xThreeDaysGracex : Hi guys! It’s me, I’m back!

NinJa: Go away, we don’t like you anymore…!

xThreeDaysGracex : Uh…. O_O So, sorry I haven’t updated in like….FOREVER >__< I’ve just been occupied with a bunch of other things like….school, another story I’ve got going (I often ask myself why I’m writing it because I nearly VOMIT with the pure horror I write down. AND NOT BLOOD AND GORE HORROR, another story I’m writing for a competition, AND we have a photography competition going at school that I might enter (If I find some people who are willing to dress up and pose….perhaps a cookie bribe? All we gotta do is recreated an important event that happened at some point in history…)

But I still read all your wonderful stories that make me smile (: Hope you’re all doing well and have had a fantastic week(:  TGIFriday!

I am not making fun of anybody who wears glasses. I myself wear glasses (RED ONES ) for reading and writing and that stuff…I still can’t see the board at school xD

Hope you’re all doing okay(:

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PS: Ignore the title…..tis rubbish xD

One Man Army Chapter 6

I ran toward the guard punching him so he flew backwards. “This is dumb,” I said a little unhappy. “Then I guess we’ll take this the hard way.” I heard alarms and saw a group of guards running in this direction. “I have an idea,” I whispered to the girl. We hid around the corner and waited for the guards to come. When they appeared I stuck my foot out and they went flying. I knocked them out then grabbed their uniforms. “Maybe we can use these to sneak out,” I exclaimed. She looked at them and said, “Okay.” She put it over her shirt so I did the same.

“Walk slowly or else they might suspect something and let me do the talking,” I instructed slowly. “Okay I guess,” she said shyly. We marched right past the guards and nobody said anything. Finally we reached the door that looked like it led up. It had a scanner so I scanned my badge on it. “Clearance accepted,” a voice echoed back. We walked out and we were in the bank again. This time it was full and had those same guards checking for fingerprints. Suddenly they stopped and whipped out M16s and pointed it right at me. “Well, Well what do we have her,” a voice said.