41st Piece

This is the 31st piece to my first book. Hope you enjoy!

I dangle from the chains reviewing what just happened. My one ally from the Agency, Giagia, turns against me and I get locked in a prison cell leaving Eric to fend for himself outside the gate. Awesome.

I sigh. What is there I can do? My father is slowly dying I have no idea who my mother is and my best friend is gone, possibly forever. My stomach starts to get butterflies. I pass it off as hunger and think of what the future holds. Would I just hang on this chain and starve to death? The butterflies turn to pterodactyls and I feel like I’m going to throw up. Why is my stomach acting like this?

Suddenly I have get a falling sensation. I thought I was chained to a wall how can I be falling? The chains are gone now and I shake my hands. What’s happening?

I land in the same room I saw my father. That’s right! I say to myself That dart had that stuff in it making me able to do this. I smile a bit until I look up from the ground.

My father’s being led away with two guards, one on each side. I scramble to get up and follow them out the door that, when closed, joins seamlessly into the wall. His head hangs low and I hear the voice again. It repeats Lucy over and over. This time I know it’s my father. Sometimes he mumbles her name aloud, if the guards hear they hit him with a cane on his back. This has happened twice in the past five minutes. He always reacts the same, firsts whimpering and stumbling forward then shutting his mouth and staring at the chains that bind his hands.

We twist and turn until we reach a metal door. Never once did my father stop saying Lucy. The guards open the door and take us to the outside. I gasp. Everything is so beautiful. There’s a natural wall of trees and bushes surrounding us. My father doesn’t look up but stares at the ground with sad eyes. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. The ground is covered in a dark red.

The grass has been smashed to create a thick layer almost like a carpet. Dark spots range in sizes from the length of a body to tiny droplets. My hand finds its way to my mouth without my knowing. What once was beautiful turns into an ugly place full of sharp thorns and rough bark. The differents shapes of color on the grass is blood.

The guards drop my father on the ground. He lands on a large spot and when he turns to cower into a fetal position his face is marked with red. His breathing is ragged and he doesn’t try to cover his emotions. His eyes seem empty showing that he has no hope left. My eyes must have shown the same thing earlier.

A man in a perfectly tailored suit walks over to him and kicks his stomach. My father only cringes. He looks up at the man in the suit his face contorting into one of pure hatred. His eyes go hard and his mouth turns down. Even the way he is he works up the energy to spit right on the man’s expensive looking shoes.

The man in the suit’s face cracks into a sickening smile and chuckles evilly.

“I knew you would be hard to crack but seriously!” He exclaims, “You’ve gone through dehydration, starvation, being roasted like a pig!,” He says counting off his fingers. “But you haven’t broken! Not mentally anyway.”

There was fire involved? I take a closer look at him. Burn marks trail up his arms and up his chest. I gasp again and let my fingers trail the passage the fire took. Only an hour ago fire meant freedom.

My father hasn’t paid the man any attention since the spit. He has his eyes closed and his chest rises and falls evenly now.

“Fine if I can’t get your full attention by myself I know what can,” The man in the suit says coldly.

It surprises me how quickly he can change from being impressed to being angry.

“Bring in the girl!” He shouts.

From behind us the guards that were holding my father bring in a pale scrawny woman. This must be Lucy. My father turns his head to look in her direction curious as to what he has to offer. Lucy raises her head and the two make eye contact. My father’s face softens and for a couple seconds nothing else matters. Not the chains or the weakness, not the man in the suit or the guards.

My father puts both of his hands on the ground and pushes. He manages to get into a sitting position. A sheen of sweat covers his entire body. and he visibly shakes. He shifts his body into a kneeling position but in less than twenty seconds he’s back on the ground staring at the blood covering the once green grass.

“Drop her,” the man in the suit states.

The guards let go of Lucy. She stays on her hands and knees struggling to get air in her lungs. I stand by helpless as she crawls toward my now still father. She goes limp as soon as she’s at his side.

I tiptoe over to them even though no one can hear me. I kneel when I reach them and look at Lucy. I see the similar cheekbones and eye shape. My suspicions are true.

“Mom,” I whisper.

Her eyes flutter a little and I go still. She couldn’t have heard me. There is no way that’s what made her eyes do that. I put my arms around my dying parents. Why was I not told they existed? I could have saved them. I weep silently. The tears don’t fall off her face like they should. Instead of hitting the blood grass carpet they disintegrate when the touch the air off my face.

The man in the tailored suit had been watching my parents but now shifts his gaze in my direction. When our eyes meet there is a second of surprise scattered across his face. In an instant it’s gone and the corner of his lips pull back showing his teeth that had been sharpened into points.

The man clucks his tongue three times before saying,

“Well well well, I didn’t know you two had a daughter! And such a pretty one too.”

I look between him and my parents who are now looking around trying to see where I am. I stand and face the man and ask the only question I can think of not caring if he can hear me or not,

“Who are you?”

“Why, don’t you recognize me dear cousin of mine? Oh right of course not we never met!”

I shake my head trying to clear the confusion swirling in my brain like angry bees. He smirks. The butterflies are back and I know I’m about to leave so I ask one more question.

“What is your name?”

“Ah, but what is in a name?” He says.

“I asked you a question.” I say with a steely voice glaring at him.

He glares back for a moment but then wipes it away and replaces it with a proud smile.

“My name you ask? Why it’s Abaddon. Do you want to know what it means?”

I nod my head slowly the butterflies turn into mutant pterodactyls. He has to talk faster,

“My name means destruction or ruination. It’s a fitting title is it not?” He grins with pride in his horrid name.

I know it’s not his real name but it’s the best I’m going to get. The falling sensation happens and once again I’m hanging from the chains panting.

40th Piece

This is the 30th piece to my first book. Hope you enjoy!

I let my fingers trace over the swirling patterns on the bowl before resting them on the lip. I slowly lift and the pink liquid sways inside. I take a deep breath before sealing my fate. I lift the bowl as high as it can go. The punch comes out first in a dribble but soon turns to a torrent of pink hitting the dark wooden floor.

I turn and grab hold of Eric’s sleeve. I undo the bow holding the skirt in place and start to run in the shorts underneath. Eric’s quick to catch on and follows me heading for the glass. I sprint the last hundred yards ignoring the open mouths and stares. I reach the window and don’t hesitate when I slam into the colored glass. It shatters instantly and the girl with the red dress and curls is no more. I land on the ground hard and start making my way to the tree from before, Eric only steps behind me. I reach the trunk and stop to catch my breath.

Adrenaline is coursing through my veins and I have to hold on to the bark to stop myself from leaving right now. I need to focus on Eric he needs out more than I do. He comes beside me seconds after and looks at me waiting for instructions.

“Go” I mouth still out of breath.

He nods and begins to scale the tree. He was always a better climber than I, while it took me more than one try the first time he is up on the lowest branch less than thirty seconds later. He stops to look down at me and I motion for him to keep climbing so he does. I stand back and look at the tree. I take a running start and get up to the lowest branch around the same time Eric reaches the top. I make it there and tell him to jump.

He looks back one last time and runs off the branch pouncing like a cat once he reaches the end. He gets to the other side and turns toward my tree with a huge smile on his face. I cling to the trunk with tears in my eyes. He notices something is wrong and mistakes it for fear of heights.

“Don’t worry I’ll catch you just let go!” He shouts.

I shake my head and yell back, “I’m not leaving,”
            The smile leaves his face and his eyes go wide. The tears start to fall.

“If I leave it will only put you in danger!” I scream out.
            I start to lower myself from the branch but not after seeing his face. Crestfallen he looked at me with fear and sadness. I climb down to guards this time in tears not laughter. They grab hold of me and I pass Giagia and the guard both looking sad and guilty. I look questioningly at them when we make eye contact but they only look away with more guilt written across their faces.

I still have the confused look on my face when a brawny man stands before me.

“You’ll be coming with me,” He says with a straight face.

I think they’re going to take me to see someone else with a dark voice and scary looking room. He leads me down hallways that have no doors and some with so many they are almost connected at the hinges. When we stop at one of the doors it looks so different than the ones I’m used to seeing at the Agency. It’s barren with nothing but a small window with bars over it at the top and a knob with an iron lock on it in the middle.

He stops to unlock the bolt and opens the door. That’s when I knew that this isn’t another meeting with a dark looming figure with a scary voice or scar. This is a holding cell. A jail cell. A cage as if the whole Agency wasn’t like one enough.

This cell is different than the one in the dungeon. It isn’t dark or cold or damp. It’s white with a blinding light shining down on the metallic walls and floor. Two chains attached to the right wall hang like bones.

My eyes go wide and I think of my chance of escaping. Not very high. The man is about twice my height with muscles the size of my head. His crew cut shows a long pink scar from the back of his head to the front. Even if I got past him this is a part of the Agency I’ve never seen before so I would definitely get lost. I sigh and allow him to bring me into my new ‘home’.

He chains me to the wall and I stand there helpless. He slaps me right across the cheek. I inhale sharply and turn my face to look at him not even trying to kick or hit him. His face turns into one that’s disgusted.

“I can’t believe you’re the one who’s related to the Boss,” He spat, “You should be used to being alone you were since you were a child, this shouldn’t be any different. But it is, all because of your little friend Eric. Now that you have someone else you have to look out for you have a weakness. You are no longer strong so we will never need you.”

I squint at him, my eyes filled with hatred and he stares back. I break first and have to look away. He’s right. Eric is my weakness.

“You’re right,” I say and he lifts the corner of his mouth into a tight smile, if you could call it that. “I am weak, but if being strong means I have to be alone without a shred of humanity, I’d rather be weak.” My voice drips with poison and never wavers.

He steps back and leans against the back wall.

“See that’s the fight we are looking for!” He says. “Too bad it’s too late and for the wrong team.”

He steps up and leaves the room. I hear the click of the lock going back in place. I look up just in time to see him staring at me through the bars before walking away.

39th Piece

This is the 29th piece to the first book. Hope you enjoy there is more on the way!

When a slower song starts playing I grab hold of Eric’s hand and tell him to dance with me. He smirks and stands up.
            “I can’t dance stupid,” He says

            “You don’t have to dummy,” I respond

            He looks at me funny but lets me drag him to the middle of the floor. I let go of his hand and take his arms. I put them on my waist and put mine around his neck. He’s about half a foot taller than I am and I have to lift my head to look him in the eyes.

            “Now just rock back and forth,” I say loudly.

            “Okay,” He responds with a confused look on his face.

            I stand on my tiptoes to reach his ear and he lowers his head so he can hear.

            “So here’s the plan,” I whisper, “First I need to figure out how to get rid of the stupid cuff since I’m 99.9% positive it has a tracking device in it. Next we need to give the guard a distraction.” I pause for a second letting the plan formulate inside my head. “After that we can climb the tree and hop over the gate and fence. Simple really,” I state.

            “Yeah not so much, and you know that Audra. First off that cuff looks indestructible, next your guard buddy watches you like a hawk, and then there is always the little possibility that the fence is now guarded a little more after your little escape routine.” He has contradicted my entire plan and I scrunch up my nose in frustration.

            “I think that’s enough dancing for now,” I say quietly.

            Eric nods and we walk back over to the corner from before. We lean against the door and I pick at my cuff again. I scratch at it my fingernails searching for something to hook on to. There’s a crackle in my ear and I remember Giagia is still on the other end listening to every word.

            “Crap,” I mutter under my breath.

            “Audra I have a solution,” The soft silky voice in my ear says.

            I look to Eric who is watching something outside the window. I tap him on the shoulder and motion for him to look out and make sure no one sees me. He nods and steps in front of me.

            “Hello?” I whisper.

            “Yes, Audra? Can you still hear me?”

            I nod my head then remember she can’t see me.

            “Yeah, I’m here,” I say

            “Good because I need to tell you something,”

            “Okay well get on with it then!” I say quickly glancing around.

            “I have news about your father, your real one. Well he was taken and is now prisoner. Someone else has taken over. Your cousin in fact.”

            Cousin? I have a cousin? I didn’t even know I had an aunt or uncle for that matter.

            “Well you do,” I hear in my ear. My eyes widen for a second and then I remember that she can read minds, “They are both dead now and your cousin, he, well he killed them. He is evil and now in charge. He is 20 and wants to take over not just the Agency but the world. Nobody knows this and he doesn’t want them to.”

            I remember seeing my dad calling out for Lucy and am about to tell her before she interrupts.

            “Look the guard is on your side you need to remember that. For your cuff that one is a bit trickier. You have to find something really sharp and something really hot. When you find something sharp slide it into the skinny line on the side and pry it open. Then go to the thing that’s hot, fire works best, and drop it in. Tell the guard this and don’t mess it up, Ήρθε η ώρα. It means that it is time he will give instructions from there. Good luck Audra.”

            I hear another crackle and then silence. I put a hand on Eric’s shoulder and tell him what she told me. He nods and jerks his head to the left. There is a torch burning in the corner by the punch. The flames lick the air waiting to be fed. I allow a small smile to form on my face.

            “Now for something sharp,” I say quietly.

            We scour the room until I my eyes land on something shining on the wall behind the punch. A lone knife hangs from the wall next to a carving of a dragon which makes an appearance on the knife. I tap Eric and start walking to the punch bowl.

            “Cover me,” I state.

            I reach for the knife and the dragon swirls around it like a guard dog. I grab hold and the dragon stops its endless route. I turn it over and over in my hand before I slide it over the cuff locked on my wrist. The blade slips in effortlessly as if it were designed to do this job. I move it up and down the length of the metal and hear a click. It falls off and clatters on the floor. I move my hand around in a circle almost touching the freedom it held inside.

            I look around making sure no one heard and dropped down to pick up the thing that once locked me to this place and grin. I almost made it to the fire before the guard shows up at my side. I stop mid motion and pretend to not see him. My arm is raised above my shoulder the heat of the fire scorching my hand.

            “What are you doing?” he asks gruffly getting straight to the point.

            I’m so close to being free and now he’s ruined it. Then I remember.

            “Ήρθε η ώρα” I say softly hoping it’s correct.

            “What?” He says in shock.

            “Ήρθε η ώρα” I say a little more confidence.

            He bows his head for a few moments. Then says,

            “Drop it.”

            I do and the flame devours it hungrily. I turn to the guard and wait for instructions.

            He looks at Eric who is now staring openly at us. He points his finger the other way. Eric looks at me and I nod once. He looks a little longer hesitating before turning around. The guard looks at me like I’m a treasure before reciting the plan.

            “Only one of you can go,” is the first thing he says. I immediately think of myself leaving and basking in the open sun. I wanted to get out but then there is Eric. He’s been hurt for so long, if anyone has to stay here for another year it should be me. In fact if it wasn’t for me he wouldn’t even be stuck in this position.

            “Eric,” I say under my breath.

            “Good,” He says then runs through the plans.

I have to spill the punch grab Eric and make a break for it. The one window that is the flimsiest is the one with the girl in the red dress and curls. We run through the window shattering the glass and dropping about twelve feet and then head to the trees the way I did before. Eric will climb first and jump I will stay behind so they don’t go looking for him and they will take me.

Once he’s finished a give a single nod and step in front of the punch bowl and stare into the pink liquid that is about to change Eric’s life; and mine.

A poem

Hey guys! I'm still here! I was having computer difficulties so I couldn't upload anything but it's all better now! I'm going to switch it up a bit with a poem a wrote a while ago. I just found it and thought it was pretty good and wanted to share it. So yeah, here it is!

 This is my I've Learned Poem

I've learned that you need to feel pain before you feel love

I've learned that when you make friends to last forever you need to be yourself otherwise it's just a big lie

I've learned that if you're having a bad day it doesn't give you the right to take it out on anyone else

I've learned that if you want to find the meaning of life you have to live it first

I've learned that sometimes we take friends for granted and don't realize until it's too late and they're gone

I've learned that your family can be your best friend or worst nightmare depending on how you treat them 

I've learned that being who you are is better than pretending to be someone else

I've learned that life is too short to be wasted being angry and sad

I've learned that there are two sides to a story and you need to hear both before you know the whole thing

I've learned that it's better to face your fears than to avoid them

I've learned that if you look hard enough you will see beauty in everything

I've learned that you loving yourself is something you have to do before others can love you back

I've learned you have to trust to succeed

I've learned that it might be tempting to bite off more than you can chew but it's easier in the end if you don't

I've learned that around the world there are many cool things but you'll never find another place just like home

I've learned that telling people your feelings may be difficult but it's a lot harder keeping them bottled up

I've learned that you think you might know yourself and your limits but if you look farther, deeper, you will find that you can be so much more

 Knowing all this... I've learned

Update!

Hey! So my computer has been really glitchy for the past month or so, so I'm writing this on my iPod. This is mainly the reason I haven't been updating, another reason would be the end of the school year. I don't know if I ever said anything on here but this entire blog was for a class and I wascontemplating whether or not I should continue once the year has ended. I decided I would (if you haven't noticed) and yeah let's get back to the blog's news. I extended the date of the polls on the right  so everyone has more time to vote! By the way if you are new here and actually decided to read this far in an update you know nothing about props to you first of all and second you should start reading at the beginning so you won't get lost or confused. Starting off with either the 1st or 3rd piece would be best. Thanks! By the way I found this website called quotev which is a place for writers to share their work. I figured that if people thought I should still write the first book on here once it's finished I can post it on there and see what other people think! I think that's it. Sorry again for everything and I'll try to post AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! Bye!