Ok before we start, I'd like to say that I do not claim to own any of
Philip Pullman's amazing work, so don't be angry with me please!!!
Also, if you were expecting anything from this fan fiction, I'd advise you to forget about it :). This will be different, as different as I can make it that is. It'll still have those cliché points, and other blab, but I will try my best to keep is moving along in a clear and thorough way, so that someone out there might enjoy it.
Another point; please forgive me for any spelling errors. I'll use spell check and proof read it, but ya know some stuff still gets unfixed.
And finally, this is all sort of spur of the moment I'm afraid. I might lose interest as I do with many things. But if that is the case, just pester me about it and I'll let whoever wants to take over for me. That is if anyone's interested.
But hopefully it doesn't come to that :).
Well enough of my mindless blabber. On with the story!
---------------
When you're sad, or angry, or maybe a little confused, you make mistakes. You might try and take a sip of your cereal, or reach in with your spoon into a glass of juice, or perhaps think you know where something is, when it's really somewhere else. We've all made mistakes, but perhaps that doesn't excuse me.
Because when I made this mistake, it was when it mattered.
Was it for better or for worse?
I didn't know when I made the mistake.
Or for a long time after.
I'm not even sure now.
All I know is that I did make a mistake.
I thought I knew it, thought I felt it.
I was wrong.
Will starred around as Mary and him left the garden. He didn't know what was going to happen next, and how he was ever going to live again. But, he thought as he wiped his hand across his face, worrying about it now wouldn't help would it. Slowly, he moved his hand to his pocket and felt the warmth of the knife that was in there. Luckily, the pieces were able to be safely brought home with him do to the amazing design of its case. It seemed that if you returned them into the case as if the knife was hole, you could snap it into place. That meant, of course, that the little pieces wouldn't fall right out of the case. But the knife, nonetheless, was still broken.
Mary was in the same situation herself. She wasn't sure how much of what she'd done was known by others, and how that would effect her. For all she knew she was a wanted criminal!
But, there was something in the air as they began to leave the gardens that made them forget all that. Something wasn't right, something wasn't familiar, and it darn well should have been.
There's suspicions were confirmed when they began walking down the narrow sidewalk. Because out of nowhere they bumped into a strange man. He'd obviously been in a hurry, as he bumped right into them at the turn of the corner. But, he politely picked himself up and reached out a hand to pick up Mary who he had bumped into.
But, as his hand touched Mary's though, he suddenly let go and fell backwards. And from out of nowhere, a look up incredible terror streaked across his face.
"You!!!" he stuttered out loudly to us. "You don't have the mark!!!"
"What are you talking about," Mary asked back as she picked herself up.
"What do you mean you don't know!" he shouted back.
Quickly after that, Will pointed out to Mary a strange red symbol on his head. It was red and somewhat transparent, but it had a strange X marked across the middle. And neither Will nor Mary could figure out just what it meant.
"Look," the man said, as he quietly got to his feet. "You didn't meet me, no you didn't even see me today ok?" But, before either Will or Mary could respond, he quickly ran away in terror.
"What is going on?" asked Mary out loud.
"Perhaps he's some psycho religious person," Will replied. But his remark didn't put either at them at ease. Because that was not their last encounter with the mark.
And, as it seems, their next encounter wasn't very far away. The streets were empty that night, and they didn't notice a single person until they arrived at Mary's flat. And that is where things went from eerie, to just crazy.
As Mary approached her flat with Will, she knew something was wrong. It was painted a completely different color, and her normal empty yard had been filled with lush bushes. But, she didn't want to alarm Will so she kept this to herself.
Mary fumbled out her key (which she remarkably still had after the adventure) and placed it into the lock. And, as she slowly opened up the door, a look of shock fell upon her face.
Because her house wasn't empty.
No, there were people living there.
And once more, they had the mark.
"What the heck are ya doing in my house!" shouted a man that was in the house. There were three people in there. The first was a man who was a little overweight, and what was left of his hair was black. His wife was of a similar size, and she had short blond hair. The third person was only a baby, and he lay there in his mother's arms in fear.
"That's what I should be asking you," replied Mary.
"Ah so you think yer smart eh?" he replied in his slight Irish accent. "Well I don't know how ya got in here, but I know one thing fer sure and that is you're leavin this instant!" And as he finished he stepped back and reached for a pistol lying on the table next to the chair he had been sitting in before.
"We're not budging until you explain what is going on!" Mary replied defiantly. But after that slowly the man aimed the pistol right at Mary's forehead. But, before anything else could happen, he dropped it.
"Honey!" he stuttered to his wife as he starred at them with wide eyes. "Look! They don't have the mark. They've come ta do the biddin of evil! Quick hide little Tom before they can corrupt him with their evil!"
"Not the mark again," Mary muttered to Will after that. But, as the last words rolled off her tongue, sense slammed into the man in the house. He dived for the pistol he had dropped and Will, seeing this, dived himself.
The man got to the pistol first, but his guard was down. Will attacked him and pulled him onto his back. They began wrestling for the gun, and a few shots went off. But, luckily none of them hit anybody, and Will finally was able to take the gun from the man.
In order to escape, Will slammed the man in the face with the back of the gun, and jumped up pointing it at the man's face. Slowly he backed away towards Mary, gun still aimed at the man, and they began to plan their next move.
"We'd better get out of here to sort this out," Mary whispered to Will and he nodded in agreement. Quickly they dashed away from the house, and down onto the sidewalk. At first they had no idea where to go, but the sounds of police cars emerging from one direction sent them sprinting in the other.
"They must have heard the gunshots," Will said to Mary as they dashed down the empty sidewalk.
"I guess we should find somewhere to hide first," Mary replied, but she had no idea where. They just continued running but they were quickly being followed.
"Here let's duck into this alley," Will suggested, and Mary followed in agreement. However, this seemed to be a poor decision, because this alley was cut short by a big chain fence.
"Darn it's a dead end," Mary shouted as they pounded right into it. "I guess we'll have to climb over, though it'll slow us down a lot."
"Too much," Kirjava peeked in as they heard the police car stop just outside. "And they'll expect that. Look let's try our chances with hiding in those crates."
"Kir," Will answered his Daemon happily. "You've been quiet lately. I thought you'd decided to quit talking forever out of sadness heh." And while Kirjava wanted to answer this, there was no time. They quickly dived into the crates, and hoped with all their lives they'd make it through this.
"Stop in the name of the law of Zenureda!" shouted an officer as he walked into the narrow alley. Will had the luxury of a peek hole, and was able to see the large squad of approaching officer walk in.
"Darn they must have climbed the fences," another officer spat. "Lets move out to intercept them"
With that the officer left the dark alley, and took their cars in pursuit. A few minutes later, Will signaled Mary that it was safe to get out.
"What the heck is going on here?" Mary said with her hands up in the air. "And what the heck is Zenureda?"
"I don't think the world could have changed too much in the time we were gone," Will replied.
"Do you suppose we're even in our world at all," Mary said with a hint of gloom in her voice.
"I guess I could have." Will began as dread began to fill him. "I was distraught when I cut the opening. I could have made a mistake."
"What are we going to do then?" Mary wondered, but she knew there was no good answer.
"Well there is one thing for sure," Will replied after a while.
"Oh yeah and what is that?"
"If we're not in our own world, we'll only live for a decade at most. And I don't plan to spend it as fugitives."
Also, if you were expecting anything from this fan fiction, I'd advise you to forget about it :). This will be different, as different as I can make it that is. It'll still have those cliché points, and other blab, but I will try my best to keep is moving along in a clear and thorough way, so that someone out there might enjoy it.
Another point; please forgive me for any spelling errors. I'll use spell check and proof read it, but ya know some stuff still gets unfixed.
And finally, this is all sort of spur of the moment I'm afraid. I might lose interest as I do with many things. But if that is the case, just pester me about it and I'll let whoever wants to take over for me. That is if anyone's interested.
But hopefully it doesn't come to that :).
Well enough of my mindless blabber. On with the story!
---------------
When you're sad, or angry, or maybe a little confused, you make mistakes. You might try and take a sip of your cereal, or reach in with your spoon into a glass of juice, or perhaps think you know where something is, when it's really somewhere else. We've all made mistakes, but perhaps that doesn't excuse me.
Because when I made this mistake, it was when it mattered.
Was it for better or for worse?
I didn't know when I made the mistake.
Or for a long time after.
I'm not even sure now.
All I know is that I did make a mistake.
I thought I knew it, thought I felt it.
I was wrong.
Will starred around as Mary and him left the garden. He didn't know what was going to happen next, and how he was ever going to live again. But, he thought as he wiped his hand across his face, worrying about it now wouldn't help would it. Slowly, he moved his hand to his pocket and felt the warmth of the knife that was in there. Luckily, the pieces were able to be safely brought home with him do to the amazing design of its case. It seemed that if you returned them into the case as if the knife was hole, you could snap it into place. That meant, of course, that the little pieces wouldn't fall right out of the case. But the knife, nonetheless, was still broken.
Mary was in the same situation herself. She wasn't sure how much of what she'd done was known by others, and how that would effect her. For all she knew she was a wanted criminal!
But, there was something in the air as they began to leave the gardens that made them forget all that. Something wasn't right, something wasn't familiar, and it darn well should have been.
There's suspicions were confirmed when they began walking down the narrow sidewalk. Because out of nowhere they bumped into a strange man. He'd obviously been in a hurry, as he bumped right into them at the turn of the corner. But, he politely picked himself up and reached out a hand to pick up Mary who he had bumped into.
But, as his hand touched Mary's though, he suddenly let go and fell backwards. And from out of nowhere, a look up incredible terror streaked across his face.
"You!!!" he stuttered out loudly to us. "You don't have the mark!!!"
"What are you talking about," Mary asked back as she picked herself up.
"What do you mean you don't know!" he shouted back.
Quickly after that, Will pointed out to Mary a strange red symbol on his head. It was red and somewhat transparent, but it had a strange X marked across the middle. And neither Will nor Mary could figure out just what it meant.
"Look," the man said, as he quietly got to his feet. "You didn't meet me, no you didn't even see me today ok?" But, before either Will or Mary could respond, he quickly ran away in terror.
"What is going on?" asked Mary out loud.
"Perhaps he's some psycho religious person," Will replied. But his remark didn't put either at them at ease. Because that was not their last encounter with the mark.
And, as it seems, their next encounter wasn't very far away. The streets were empty that night, and they didn't notice a single person until they arrived at Mary's flat. And that is where things went from eerie, to just crazy.
As Mary approached her flat with Will, she knew something was wrong. It was painted a completely different color, and her normal empty yard had been filled with lush bushes. But, she didn't want to alarm Will so she kept this to herself.
Mary fumbled out her key (which she remarkably still had after the adventure) and placed it into the lock. And, as she slowly opened up the door, a look of shock fell upon her face.
Because her house wasn't empty.
No, there were people living there.
And once more, they had the mark.
"What the heck are ya doing in my house!" shouted a man that was in the house. There were three people in there. The first was a man who was a little overweight, and what was left of his hair was black. His wife was of a similar size, and she had short blond hair. The third person was only a baby, and he lay there in his mother's arms in fear.
"That's what I should be asking you," replied Mary.
"Ah so you think yer smart eh?" he replied in his slight Irish accent. "Well I don't know how ya got in here, but I know one thing fer sure and that is you're leavin this instant!" And as he finished he stepped back and reached for a pistol lying on the table next to the chair he had been sitting in before.
"We're not budging until you explain what is going on!" Mary replied defiantly. But after that slowly the man aimed the pistol right at Mary's forehead. But, before anything else could happen, he dropped it.
"Honey!" he stuttered to his wife as he starred at them with wide eyes. "Look! They don't have the mark. They've come ta do the biddin of evil! Quick hide little Tom before they can corrupt him with their evil!"
"Not the mark again," Mary muttered to Will after that. But, as the last words rolled off her tongue, sense slammed into the man in the house. He dived for the pistol he had dropped and Will, seeing this, dived himself.
The man got to the pistol first, but his guard was down. Will attacked him and pulled him onto his back. They began wrestling for the gun, and a few shots went off. But, luckily none of them hit anybody, and Will finally was able to take the gun from the man.
In order to escape, Will slammed the man in the face with the back of the gun, and jumped up pointing it at the man's face. Slowly he backed away towards Mary, gun still aimed at the man, and they began to plan their next move.
"We'd better get out of here to sort this out," Mary whispered to Will and he nodded in agreement. Quickly they dashed away from the house, and down onto the sidewalk. At first they had no idea where to go, but the sounds of police cars emerging from one direction sent them sprinting in the other.
"They must have heard the gunshots," Will said to Mary as they dashed down the empty sidewalk.
"I guess we should find somewhere to hide first," Mary replied, but she had no idea where. They just continued running but they were quickly being followed.
"Here let's duck into this alley," Will suggested, and Mary followed in agreement. However, this seemed to be a poor decision, because this alley was cut short by a big chain fence.
"Darn it's a dead end," Mary shouted as they pounded right into it. "I guess we'll have to climb over, though it'll slow us down a lot."
"Too much," Kirjava peeked in as they heard the police car stop just outside. "And they'll expect that. Look let's try our chances with hiding in those crates."
"Kir," Will answered his Daemon happily. "You've been quiet lately. I thought you'd decided to quit talking forever out of sadness heh." And while Kirjava wanted to answer this, there was no time. They quickly dived into the crates, and hoped with all their lives they'd make it through this.
"Stop in the name of the law of Zenureda!" shouted an officer as he walked into the narrow alley. Will had the luxury of a peek hole, and was able to see the large squad of approaching officer walk in.
"Darn they must have climbed the fences," another officer spat. "Lets move out to intercept them"
With that the officer left the dark alley, and took their cars in pursuit. A few minutes later, Will signaled Mary that it was safe to get out.
"What the heck is going on here?" Mary said with her hands up in the air. "And what the heck is Zenureda?"
"I don't think the world could have changed too much in the time we were gone," Will replied.
"Do you suppose we're even in our world at all," Mary said with a hint of gloom in her voice.
"I guess I could have." Will began as dread began to fill him. "I was distraught when I cut the opening. I could have made a mistake."
"What are we going to do then?" Mary wondered, but she knew there was no good answer.
"Well there is one thing for sure," Will replied after a while.
"Oh yeah and what is that?"
"If we're not in our own world, we'll only live for a decade at most. And I don't plan to spend it as fugitives."