NEW STORY FOR THE NEW YEAR! :3
Oh, and It's pronounced : Eye-lon-wee.
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I don't remember much of anything honestly.
I'm kinda dull myself.
But I do remember somethings. Everyone does. I remember one memory, that was painfully vivid in my mind right now..
It was ten years ago..so I would have been seven then. That works out nicely. My yellow and green orbs swirled around the kitchen, mostly because they couldn't look straight. I was screaming violently, as a wine bottle was brutally forced and smashed over my head. I screamed in pain, clutching my now extremely tender head, falling to the ground, as my mother stood above me. I cried loudly, my screams shaking the whole house. I was left, bleeding on the floor wondering as to why the neighbors weren't coming over. I cried, as a red, pointy boot was kicked and lodged into my ribs. I screamed, blood pouring down my shirt, and I clutched at the puncture wounds. I laid there, sobbing on the ground.
Suddenly, I was lifted up by a strange man that I'd never met before and rushed into a car. I cried, wanting my mommy but not wanting her at the same time, still holding my puncture wounds. I screamed at the man with golden orbs and light blond hair.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
"You're my daughter! Hold on baby! We're almost there!" He screamed back to me, as we pulled into the ER.
That was the first time I ever met my daddy. He was a nice man, with warm golden-brown eyes and chin length, thick, blond hair. Mom had left him when I was only a few weeks old inside her belly, and we'd never even knew each other existed. For awhile, I just called him "Mr. Nice-Man" before the term "daddy" finally sank in. I lived with him from when I was seven, up until now, my seventeenth year of age. I had one golden eye from my father, and one spring green eye from my mother. I had straight hair, like my mother, but had gotten my father's light blond hair. Which only made it easier to dye. I dyed it a light teal ever since I was fifteen, and I love it.
Daddy had brought charges against mom for child abuse, but she only got ten years. Which is why I'm in this situation now. Apparently mom wanted "revenge" so she set a hit man out on daddy. He died, but they caught her. So with no daddy, (again) and no mom (again) and no immediate family, I was sent to my daddy's step-brother. My grandparents were all dead, and my step-uncle, Jeb, was the only one that fit under the category of "family."
I'd never met him before, but I'd spoken to him on the phone before. We both shared the same, dark humor that my father shared, and he spoke in broken, southern English. He lived out in the nowhere's-ville of New Mexico, which is where I was heading. Apparently on some creepy travel bus. I sat in the back of the bus, my yellow hoodie shrouding my body, as it covered my head as well. There were only about 15 other people on this bus, all headed to Mexico.
Most of the people were dressed jovially in bright clothes, with heavily ladden suit cases resting above their heads, in the seats next to them, or under their feet. I sighed, huddling against the back corner of the bus, watching the desert pass us. My sandaled feet shuffled against the metal floor, my yellow-green orbs had dark circles but a small smile sat on my face. I opened the map that I had tucked away in the front pocket of my hoodie. "Uncle" Jeb's gas station was about a good 10 miles from here, so I still had a good while to just kick back and relax.
Before too long, the bus came to a somewhat jarring stop. A large sign that said 'Gas Haven' and 'Last stop for 200 miles' looked beaten up, and wind whistled against large poles, that empty booze bottles hung off of.
Great, I'm homing with another drunk.
People piled off of the bus, skipping inside to buy some snacks and use the outhouse, as the bus driver honked the horn for the gas man to come out. I eyed the creepy house and it's creepy surroundings wearily, but I wasn't scared. Just a tad nervous. I took ahold of all of my luggage, pulling the stuffed two large suitcases off of the bus, and happily hoping that my boxes had arrived, or will arrive soon. The door burst open as the people were about to walk in, and they gave disgusted looks to a dirty looking, old man that walked out. His once white undershirt was now stained yellow, and he wore tattered jeans and a horridly dirty jacket. He had a hat tugged over his head that said, in cursive writing: "Boobies"
...Yes..aren't you mature.
He wobbled over towards the gas pump, his cigar only a stub in his mouth. His teeth were stained yellow, and he looked very sweaty. I plopped down on the front porch, hoping that he would take notice of me soon, seeing as I was too lazy to go up to him. I grabbed my Camel-light cigarettes, taking out a lighter and lighting up. I blew the smoke out, watching the apparently crazy old man interact with the possibly crazier bus driver. The remaining passengers came barrelling out of the shop, carrying bags and bags of snacks, as some of the passengers gave me nasty looks at me smoking my cig.
The bus was filled up, and I watched Jeb's face darken and grimace. He looked towards the hills, and nodded his head numbly.
Hmm..what's this?
I blew smoke out of my nose, watching him as he stepped closer to the bus.
"I..Should'nt be tellin' ya..but'..uhh..Ther's a short cut..if ya go..a few more miles...down this road, ther' should be a dirt road to ya left..take tha' rode, and it should cut'cha a few hours." Jeb said, hearing the happy thank yous and cheers from the travelers. The bus driver thanked him, before waving and driving the tin can away. Jeb was left, standing in the sand, sighing and turning back towards the house. When he saw me, he gasped a little bit, as if shocked by my appearance.
"..'ay..Ya must be ma' niece.." He said shakily, stepping forwards towards me. I nodded, throwing my smoke into the sand and watching as he held out his hand for me to shake, but I jumped forward, wrapping my arms around the sweating, and honestly dirty man.
"Good morning uncle Jeb!" I said, letting my usually terrifying smile stretch across my face. Jeb laughed, scuffing his hand through my hair.
"Yess'ir..your Ben's girl. 'Re ya crazy too?" He asked somewhat seriously. I shrugged, grabbing up one bag as he took the other one and dragged it inside. He gave a scared, passing glance to the hills before we stepped inside.
I tossed my bag down onto the ground and hopped up on a stool that sat with the counter. I made myself up a new cig and puffed out smoke again, as Jeb threw the useless carcass of his old cigar onto a musty, old ashtray and brought out a new one from underneath the counter. He lit up, blowing out smoke away from me.
"So..how old is ya 'nyways?" He asked, watching the windows.
"Seventeen.." I replied, my cigarette not leaving my lips. He nodded, watching the windows still.
"What are you looking at?" I asked, getting up and walking to the window. Something in the hills reflected against the sun, and I was drawn to find the shiny object. I moved towards the door, but I heard Jeb snap at me from behind the counter.
"Ya 'ere two minutes..'n ya wanna go up'em hills.." He said. I nodded, heading for the door.
"Dun ya dare! Tha' hill's aint safe fer ya.."
I watched the old man with dull eyes, obviously making him aware that I was going to go out there anyways. He sighed, trudging up from his seat, and dragging something out from under the counter. A somewhat large shot gun, was practically thrown at me, and I hastily clicked off the safety. Jeb ushered me away with his hand, and I shrugged, heading out the door with another puff of smoke.
"Benny..why'ya leave me wit' yer crazy girlie?" I heard Jeb muter somewhat crazily to himself. I sighed, breathing in scorching air as I headed towards were I once saw that refection in the sun.
~~ No one's pov:
Goggle sat above in the cliffs, watching happily as a whole bus load of travelers came their way. He was overjoyed as he called Jupiter.
"Le'z hope Jebby send'em our way...'e said we was on our own now.." Jupiter spat, and Goggle groaned annoyed. He watched a tiny girl with teal hair come off of the bus, and waiting on the porch.
"'how...many..people..Goggle?" Big Brain huffed out. Goggle quickly muttered the numbers, counting together.
"'Bout 20..'un seems ta be hangin' 'round." Goggle said as most of the travelers got on the bus, all but the little, teal haired girl.
"Y'eh..Jeb's lil' niece." Jupiter spat out.
"Girl?" Pluto droned out.
"Nah shit't's a girl! How old 'he?" Lizard's gravely voice droned out. Pluto made an upset sound into his radio as Jupe growled into radio.
"Nah..'romised Jebby not ta touch tha' girlie..'sides..we needa gett'em back on our side..which invol'ves not touchin' tha' girl." Jupe reasoned.
"Goggle? Wha' she look like?" Lizard asked again, somewhat ignoring his father.
"Blue 'air..tiny..juicy.." Goggle described, getting hungrier as he heard Lizard's hungry growls.
"Stop...leave...little one...alone...besides.." Big Brain started out. No one spoke, everyone hanging on every word.
"If..Jeb...doesn't...fullfill his...duties...anymore...she might...co-..come in handy." He cackled, before coughing somewhat violently.
"What girl name?" The soft voice of Ruby filled the air, and Lizard growled a response.
"Eilonwy." Big Brain huffed out. Pluto made a happy sound as Goggle watched on.
"Aye...she comin' up tha' hill.." Goggle said, watching the tiny teal haired girl coming closer to him. A cigarette in her mouth, and a shot gun slung over her shoulder.
"Git outta 'here..meet 'er later...not now..Git gone." Jupiter commanded and Goggle nodded, picking up his things and flying up the rocks, higher and higher to a place where he could watch her without worrying about her climbing up