That Just Happened

Chapter 1:

The place is barren, quiet, but still it's nice because it's peaceful. But I guess that's to be expected at 2:53 in the morning at a Laundromat. Still I like it better this way.

By myself. Alone. With my thoughts. Alone. Peace and quiet.

I found this place about 2 months ago, "Dirty Laundry", I guess it's open 24/7. It's pretty small only one row of 5 washers and one row of 5 dryers.

"Dirty Laundry" is owned by Pearson Butler, he's a 34 year old white guy, he's 5'4" he isn't fat but you can tell he hasn't exercised in a while. He's a good guy, quiet, and as far as I know he doesn't have a family.

We've barely gone past a "hi" and name exchanges in our conversation. He only cleans this place about once every 2 weeks, if you can even call it cleaning, he only sweeps the floor.

It's nice, quiet, peaceful, and I'm not bothered by anyone I really like it here.

Me? My name is Bonnibel Gum, and what can I say I'm a loner, ever since I can remember I've been alone.

Which, in my case, isn't a lot since I don't have any memory of anything. I just woke up 5 years ago in a hospital and they told me my name was Bonnibel Gum and I was 13 because that is what my I.D. said.

That's all they found though, just one I.D. and nothing more. Either way I like me and my thoughts.

As I'm thinking this Pearson walks, more like runs in, he's a little flustered.

He's carrying something in a brown bag, and is that blood on his flannel shirt? Pearson sees me and quickly makes his way towards me.

"Bon, there's not much time, we've been compromised" he takes out a gun from the brown bag he was carrying and hands it to me.

"Marceline, should be here soon, don't trust anyone but her, stay low and move fast." I have no idea what he's going on about, and I think he noticed because he goes to explain

"Look whether you believe me or not, you are a very important person for very important people, and they would prefer you be alive. Just trust me on this, please?"

I still have no clue what's going on, but I nod anyway, "Does this have to do with my lack of memory?"

I ask wanting to at least know that. He looks at me and fights with himself of whether or not he should answer my question.

"This has to do with your memory loss and so much more."

I want to ask more but at that time a tall woman with long black hair and glowing red eyes and pale skin runs in with two guns drawn.

She looks at us, "Is that her Butler?" she asks nodding her head at me.

"Yes, Bon meet Marceline Abadeer. From this day forward she will protect you with her life if she has to, so take care of each other."

She looks at me, nods her head mostly to herself, and points to the back exit. I start making my way towards the exit and catch pieces of their conversation, something like

"Protect her…depends on it…wrong hands"

And Marceline just saying "I know what to do!"

As Marceline was walking towards me I hear loud bangs coming from outside the Laundromat, then a window shatters.

Marceline runs towards me and starts shooting both guns towards the entrance. Pearson pulls out a gun and starts to shoot to the front of the Laundromat as well. Marceline turns to look toward me.

"Get outside, there's a red car waiting outside this door, get in, get down and shoot anyone that isn't me. Got it?" I nod, "Good, then go!"

I get outside, see the car, get into the passenger side and stay down. After what feels like an eternity Marceline gets into the driver's side and speeds off.

But, I don't see Pearson anywhere. "Where's Pearson?" Marceline looks at me, she seems…sad?

"It was either him or you, and it had to be you."

"What?"

"Don't worry about it he'll be fine."

As I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car, with someone I don't know, going someplace I'm not sure, I stop to think…what the hell just happened?!