Dear reader:
The truth is, that, this is a dream I had.
And I wrote it to get it out of my head.
Though it did not make much sense and I don't know anything about the story... I found it entertaining.
On a final note I would appreciate minimal criticism.
So relax and enjoy.
-E-lect
"Untitled"
By E-lect
It was late.
Very late.
You could hear the raindrops, lightly tapping the window of the hotel.
A woman was sitting in a chair.
An Echidna to be more specific.
She had a hat pulled down over her eyes with her feet on a desk in front of her.
Scattered papers took up most of the desk.
Much like the rest of her apartment.
Boxes, shelves, file cabinets, most of these contained papers.
She fell asleep at about nine, due to lack of sleep these last couple of days.
A radio was on.
Now it plays static, but at eight it had been playing classical music.
That shit always gets her to sleep, she once said.
She was not much of a dresser.
Then again for a woman she was not that much of a woman.
Currently, she is wearing a black trench coat, dark blue jeans, black boots, black tank top and a black Fedora hat.
And her personality matched the weather outside: Quiet, cold and gloomy.
She cracked a smile.
A rare occasion indeed.
Then again she was always happy in her dreams.
She loved to escape from her life for a while.
Sometimes it felt like she would never wake.
The phone rang.
Her smile faded, but she did not wake.
The phone rang again.
She was slowly coming out of her dream.
And again.
Her eyes began to open.
Still ringing.
Her eyes opened fully and she blinked twice.
It took her a while to adjust after waking up.
Her smile had totally relapsed and her dark mood set in.
By now she noticed the phone was ringing.
"Screw it," she muttered as she turned her head sideways with her hat still covering her eyes.
She decided to let the machine get it.
As her recording turned on, she closed her eyes and tried to retreat to her dream world.
Like always, after the beep at the end of her recording, the message began.
"I know your there!" the voice said.
There was a touch of anger in the voice.
He talked quickly and annoyingly.
"Pick up!" the voice said.
It was a man, and if the woman was correct this was the last voice she wanted to hear right now.
He to was an Echidna.
"Julie-Su, pick up the fuckin' phone!" the man spat.
She gave out a sigh, opened her eyes, took her boots off the table and walked over to the phone.
"Come on!" he yelled.
As she walked over, she noticed her back ached.
Rubbing her eyes and yawning she picked up the phone.
She adjusted her eyes.
"What?" she said, annoyed.
"Finally! What the hell took you so long?" he asked.
It was more of a statement then a question.
"What do you want?" she asked rubbing her back.
It sounded like he was out of breath.
"I need you to come down to my place," he said after catching his breath.
"Why?" she replied.
"Just come to my place and I'll explain," he said.
Feeling like she should not have answered the phone she started to say "This better not be another one of your stupid..." but she was cut off when he hung up.
This happened sometimes.
He would call and tell her that something was really important and it turned out to be bullshit, mostly because he was the biggest drug addict Julie-Su had ever met.
She hung up the phone, let out a sigh and decided to go.
She was already dressed, so there was nothing much to do but walk over.
As she walked toward the door she grabbed a gun and put in her trench coat.
A 9mm to be exact.
But she really did not give damn what kind of gun it was.
As long as it shots and kills the unlucky target.
She opened her apartment door and closed it behind her.
She did not bother to lock it.
And if someone tried to steal something in 'this' hotel then they have a bigger problem of asking them selves why they came here, rather then finding something worth stealing.
The hotel she stayed in was less then perfect.
To be honest it was a downright shits 'vill.
But she had the same theory about hotels as she did about guns.
Whatever works.
As she walked down the hallway she mildly enjoyed the sound of the rain falling on the hollow ceiling.
But this did not show on the outside, for she was still angry about walking to the man's house.
Its not that she does not like Knuckles, in fact he is her only friend.
But sometimes he can really get on her nerves.
Still walking down the hall she noticed that the only sound in the hotel, besides the raindrops, were her boots, lightly clicking on the ground.
Why so quiet?
She looked at the clock above the elevator.
As if to answer her question it reads twelve o' clock.
She stepped in the elevator and pressed the first floor button.
Julie-Su lived on the forth floor on a hotel in a city called Mobotropolis.
She had lived there all her life.
When she was thirteen her parents split, and it was just her and her mother.
Not long after that her mother had died in a store robbery.
* * * * *
One morning Julie-Su and her mother had walked down to the grocery store, and like always, it was a cold rainy day.
Once they got there Julie-Su helped her mother get the food.
Julie-Su, always enjoyed helping her mother with anything.
After all her mother's been through, she was so kind and gentle.
After getting everything they went to the check out line.
While they were in line Julie-Su noticed a rather suspicious looking person, in front of them.
He had a brown paper bag and he wore has hood over his head.
Julie-Su turned away to look at something else.
She never really liked looking at people that looked suspicious.
It made her uneasy.
Once the hooded man reached the front of the line, he put his hand in the paper bag, and pulled out a gun.
He shot a bullet in the air, and told everybody to lye down.
Frightened Julie-Su, and her mother did as he said.
Then he put the gun to the head of the cashier and told him to put all the money in the paper bag he was holding.
After the cashier did so, the robber walked further down the store, and told the other cashiers to do the same.
Still on the ground, Julie-Su, saw out of the corner of her eye, on of the cashiers pick up the phone under the desk and call 9-1-1, while the robber was on the other side of the room.
After collecting all the money the young Echidna was about to leave the store when the cops came.
Panicking he made his way over to Julie-Su and her mother.
Julie-Su started to sweat uncontrollably, as the convict got closer and closer.
Each step he took seemed to match the pumping of Julie-Su's heart.
From outside, the cops said 'come out, with your hands up.'
The hooded robber had reached Julie-Su's mother.
He then grabbed her by the coat and pulled her up.
He put the gun to her head, and threatened to the police that he would shoot.
The police tried talking sense into him, but he would not listen.
He just kept yelling at them to back off.
Julie-Su begged him to stop, but she was as futile as the police.
Her mother was crying, and pleading for him to spear her life.
One of the cops got too close... and then I happened.
It seemed to happen in slow motion.
He pulled the trigger and the bullet burst out with a small, but loud explosion.
The bullet flew briefly threw the air, before ripping into the soft gentle flesh of Julie-Su's mother.
And the poor girl watched her mother's eye's go dead when the bullet entered the skull.
After that, the police shot the convict, and he fell to the floor next to Julie-Su's mother.
Standing there in disbelief, Julie-su looked into her mother's eyes.
So lifeless.
Tears began to roll down her cheek.
And for a long time... she just cried.
* * * * *
Still in the elevator, Julie-Su, shook her head, and blocked out the memory.
That's it for now.
If you think this story is worthy of being continued, please note so, in your review...
-E-lect
The truth is, that, this is a dream I had.
And I wrote it to get it out of my head.
Though it did not make much sense and I don't know anything about the story... I found it entertaining.
On a final note I would appreciate minimal criticism.
So relax and enjoy.
-E-lect
"Untitled"
By E-lect
It was late.
Very late.
You could hear the raindrops, lightly tapping the window of the hotel.
A woman was sitting in a chair.
An Echidna to be more specific.
She had a hat pulled down over her eyes with her feet on a desk in front of her.
Scattered papers took up most of the desk.
Much like the rest of her apartment.
Boxes, shelves, file cabinets, most of these contained papers.
She fell asleep at about nine, due to lack of sleep these last couple of days.
A radio was on.
Now it plays static, but at eight it had been playing classical music.
That shit always gets her to sleep, she once said.
She was not much of a dresser.
Then again for a woman she was not that much of a woman.
Currently, she is wearing a black trench coat, dark blue jeans, black boots, black tank top and a black Fedora hat.
And her personality matched the weather outside: Quiet, cold and gloomy.
She cracked a smile.
A rare occasion indeed.
Then again she was always happy in her dreams.
She loved to escape from her life for a while.
Sometimes it felt like she would never wake.
The phone rang.
Her smile faded, but she did not wake.
The phone rang again.
She was slowly coming out of her dream.
And again.
Her eyes began to open.
Still ringing.
Her eyes opened fully and she blinked twice.
It took her a while to adjust after waking up.
Her smile had totally relapsed and her dark mood set in.
By now she noticed the phone was ringing.
"Screw it," she muttered as she turned her head sideways with her hat still covering her eyes.
She decided to let the machine get it.
As her recording turned on, she closed her eyes and tried to retreat to her dream world.
Like always, after the beep at the end of her recording, the message began.
"I know your there!" the voice said.
There was a touch of anger in the voice.
He talked quickly and annoyingly.
"Pick up!" the voice said.
It was a man, and if the woman was correct this was the last voice she wanted to hear right now.
He to was an Echidna.
"Julie-Su, pick up the fuckin' phone!" the man spat.
She gave out a sigh, opened her eyes, took her boots off the table and walked over to the phone.
"Come on!" he yelled.
As she walked over, she noticed her back ached.
Rubbing her eyes and yawning she picked up the phone.
She adjusted her eyes.
"What?" she said, annoyed.
"Finally! What the hell took you so long?" he asked.
It was more of a statement then a question.
"What do you want?" she asked rubbing her back.
It sounded like he was out of breath.
"I need you to come down to my place," he said after catching his breath.
"Why?" she replied.
"Just come to my place and I'll explain," he said.
Feeling like she should not have answered the phone she started to say "This better not be another one of your stupid..." but she was cut off when he hung up.
This happened sometimes.
He would call and tell her that something was really important and it turned out to be bullshit, mostly because he was the biggest drug addict Julie-Su had ever met.
She hung up the phone, let out a sigh and decided to go.
She was already dressed, so there was nothing much to do but walk over.
As she walked toward the door she grabbed a gun and put in her trench coat.
A 9mm to be exact.
But she really did not give damn what kind of gun it was.
As long as it shots and kills the unlucky target.
She opened her apartment door and closed it behind her.
She did not bother to lock it.
And if someone tried to steal something in 'this' hotel then they have a bigger problem of asking them selves why they came here, rather then finding something worth stealing.
The hotel she stayed in was less then perfect.
To be honest it was a downright shits 'vill.
But she had the same theory about hotels as she did about guns.
Whatever works.
As she walked down the hallway she mildly enjoyed the sound of the rain falling on the hollow ceiling.
But this did not show on the outside, for she was still angry about walking to the man's house.
Its not that she does not like Knuckles, in fact he is her only friend.
But sometimes he can really get on her nerves.
Still walking down the hall she noticed that the only sound in the hotel, besides the raindrops, were her boots, lightly clicking on the ground.
Why so quiet?
She looked at the clock above the elevator.
As if to answer her question it reads twelve o' clock.
She stepped in the elevator and pressed the first floor button.
Julie-Su lived on the forth floor on a hotel in a city called Mobotropolis.
She had lived there all her life.
When she was thirteen her parents split, and it was just her and her mother.
Not long after that her mother had died in a store robbery.
* * * * *
One morning Julie-Su and her mother had walked down to the grocery store, and like always, it was a cold rainy day.
Once they got there Julie-Su helped her mother get the food.
Julie-Su, always enjoyed helping her mother with anything.
After all her mother's been through, she was so kind and gentle.
After getting everything they went to the check out line.
While they were in line Julie-Su noticed a rather suspicious looking person, in front of them.
He had a brown paper bag and he wore has hood over his head.
Julie-Su turned away to look at something else.
She never really liked looking at people that looked suspicious.
It made her uneasy.
Once the hooded man reached the front of the line, he put his hand in the paper bag, and pulled out a gun.
He shot a bullet in the air, and told everybody to lye down.
Frightened Julie-Su, and her mother did as he said.
Then he put the gun to the head of the cashier and told him to put all the money in the paper bag he was holding.
After the cashier did so, the robber walked further down the store, and told the other cashiers to do the same.
Still on the ground, Julie-Su, saw out of the corner of her eye, on of the cashiers pick up the phone under the desk and call 9-1-1, while the robber was on the other side of the room.
After collecting all the money the young Echidna was about to leave the store when the cops came.
Panicking he made his way over to Julie-Su and her mother.
Julie-Su started to sweat uncontrollably, as the convict got closer and closer.
Each step he took seemed to match the pumping of Julie-Su's heart.
From outside, the cops said 'come out, with your hands up.'
The hooded robber had reached Julie-Su's mother.
He then grabbed her by the coat and pulled her up.
He put the gun to her head, and threatened to the police that he would shoot.
The police tried talking sense into him, but he would not listen.
He just kept yelling at them to back off.
Julie-Su begged him to stop, but she was as futile as the police.
Her mother was crying, and pleading for him to spear her life.
One of the cops got too close... and then I happened.
It seemed to happen in slow motion.
He pulled the trigger and the bullet burst out with a small, but loud explosion.
The bullet flew briefly threw the air, before ripping into the soft gentle flesh of Julie-Su's mother.
And the poor girl watched her mother's eye's go dead when the bullet entered the skull.
After that, the police shot the convict, and he fell to the floor next to Julie-Su's mother.
Standing there in disbelief, Julie-su looked into her mother's eyes.
So lifeless.
Tears began to roll down her cheek.
And for a long time... she just cried.
* * * * *
Still in the elevator, Julie-Su, shook her head, and blocked out the memory.
That's it for now.
If you think this story is worthy of being continued, please note so, in your review...
-E-lect