Disclaimer: I do not own Now You See Me. I only own my original character and ideas.
I've been watching the movies quite a bit lately and have had this idea running through my head for a while I just have to put it together. This is the start and I hope you all like it. I'll try to update as often as I can as I put the pieces in my head together.
Happy reading!
Chapter 1
How did I end up here?
How did I end up with these people?
How did I end up here with him?
I just moved to New York in hopes of getting the fresh start I've been trying to get for the past two years. I'm a licensed lawyer but to find a law firm to hire me has proven to be fruitless. It was hard enough to find a decent apartment that wasn't going to cost me an arm and a leg, but I eventually did.
Sure the walls were thin and it's not in the grandest of neighborhoods but it's a start.
I just got done with my latest interview, number six in two weeks. I sit down at a table outside of a cafe to go over my resume seeing what I can improve on it when I find a card stuck between the pages. Not just any card but a tarot card. How did that get there?
On one side it showed it wasthe Queen of Wands, on the other was a picture of a eye that said:
March 29th
4:44 PM
45 East Evan St
NY, NY
Was this some kind of invitation? I haven't made any friends, let alone any acquaintances since I moved here. And how the hell did it get in my binder, inside my bag?
I've learned years ago that there is no such thing as a coincidences. He taught me that, among other things. I shake my head. No! You will not think of him. Whole reason we're here is for a fresh start.
I look at the card one more time, this time curious about the tarot part. Queen of Wands. I don't know much about tarot cards except when I went to a carnival years back but I don't remember much.
Pulling out my laptop, I connect to the cafes WiFi and search Queen of Wands. I know I'm thinking to much into it but I can't help but be curious.
The Queen of Wands is said by some to represent one's basic instinct. Her strength and task are providing initial inputs. She says to you that you must think of the consequences of what you do, but that you must be sure to focus on what will get you moving and how to do it.
Directness, spontaneity, and independence are very special talents that others admire, as long as you accept that others may be your polar opposite. Don't get tricked into becoming impatient. If the sun "shines" in your heart, you can overcome your fears and walk your own path. "Approach your tasks as steps and take every one of them with assurance."
After reading that, I didn't know what to think. I found several of these things true regarding myself. Actual most of it was true. He use to tell me that my heart was his sun, that I should always be fearless in life and in my career.
Dammit, stop it! I scold myself. You would think after two years I would be over him by now. I look down at my left hand as I slowly twirl the ring around my ring finger. Two years and I still refuse to take it off.
As I feel tears come to my eyes, I pack all my things up and head to my apartment. I continue to fight the tears back until I'm safely away from the public eye behind my closed door. I slide down the door with my knees to my chest and my hands in my hair as I finally let the tears fall.
He's crosses my mind almost everyday since that day two years ago, but for some reason, today it's worse than ever. I should be over him by now. I haven't heard one word from him since he left. He gave me up. He abandoned me. And yet, I can't let him go.
I'm not sure how long I'm sitting on the floor before I decide to finally get up. I warm up some leftover Chinese and pull the tarot card back out as I eat.
The date is for tomorrow. Who knows what awaits for me there but I'm curious and this didn't just coincidently end up with me.
It's decided. I have to go.
4:39 PM
I look at my watch as I get out of the cab. I hate being late, even by a minute, so I rush inside regardless that I have five minutes. The building is a little worse for the ware but I don't care at the moment. I have my pepper spray on me just incase. This is New York afterall.
As I'm heading up the stairs I start to hear voices. They're all talking about the tarot cards when I reach the top step. Everyone turns to face me and my eyes immediately connect with his.
It's him.
I don't know whether to run to him and throw my arms around him or to punch him in the face repeatedly. I don't do anything but stand there. I'm sure my face looks as surprised as his, as if he's seen a ghost.
"Oh shit," he breaths but it's as clear as day. I can't move, I can barely breathe. I don't believe in coincidences but how the hell is it that we're both even here?!
I feel everyone's eyes drift back and forth between us.
"Um, do y'all know each other?" A female voice asks.
I can't bring myself to say anything. I can't even look away from him, but he clears his throat and speaks, "this is Klea...my wife."
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