Hey guys, so I know that you're probably annoyed with me by now because of my bipolar feelings towards my writing. But I promise i will actually try to finish this one as hard as I can. I will put my blood and sweat and tears into this shit. So, without further adieu, I give you: Warrior.
-LBLP
"So, you think you're ready to do it?" She stared up at him, concerned for her friend. She had seen how he gets ahead of himself.
"Definitely. I'm telling you, Luna, this one's different. I can feel it. She's the one." He pleaded.
Luna sighed. She saw no way for this one to be different. They all different, to some extent. But the fact was, deep down, they were all the same. All there for the money; the fame; someone to take care of them because they were too lazy to do something themselves. She crossed her arms, and pursed her lips to look her friend up and down.
"No, don't give me that look." He said, furrowing his brow and lowering his tone at his long time roommate. He quickly unbuttoned his plaid shirt to trade it off for a dark green dress shirt.
"What look?" She said, perplexed. She was never aware of how expressive her face was.
"That skeptical look. Whenever you make that look I feel like everything's going to go wrong." He said coolly while walking into his closet to come out with black dress pants and polished black dress shoes on.
"I'm just saying you should prepare for everything to go wrong." She explained, as she always does before these events. Calmly, she moved into the kitchen and poured herself some water.
"For me? You shouldn't have." He said while picking up the water.
"I didn't," she said while taking the drink from his hands and listening to him grumble under his breath.
"You know, you really should try to be less cynical. It hurts your reputation to be a killjoy." He commented while pouring himself a drink.
"I wouldn't seem like such a pessimist if people were sagacious." She commented back, while handing him the only tie he had that matched his shirt.
"And then there's that problem where you sound pretentious because you use words that I'm pretty sure not even the president uses." He added, while fastening the article.
"Well, look, if we're really going to go on about each others imperfections…" She trailed off, and looked him up and down signifying how she could go on for hours.
"Right, well, unfortunately we don't have the time for that. I have to be at the restaurant twenty minutes ago." He said, checking his watch.
"You mean in twenty minutes." She corrected. He waved his hand dismissively at her.
"You know what I mean." He replied. She shrugged, already used to his strange ways of mixing up his words.
"You know, you should really get a boyfriend…" Jacob said while wandering into the bathroom to put some cologne on and maybe some gel in his hair.
"For what? So that I can have someone to sit here and blatantly lie to my face every five seconds ?" She scoffed at the idea. How sickening those words were—boyfriend, fiancé, husband.
The simple fact that men existed were enough to set her off sometimes. Since the time she was ten she had set her heart on finding a way to become an asexual organism. It didn't work. She just got a bad stomach ache.
Besides, what was one even to do with something such as this? A boyfriend, or a lover.
"No, to take you out on dates, dinner maybe, a walk on the beach. Hold hands—"
"Spreading germs and diseases," She chimed into his regular speech as she usually did.
"Someone to tell you they love you." He said while strolling into the living room where she sat reading. She cringed at the word.
"I would rather listen to my dog bark at a crow than hear a man swear that he loves me." Luna proclaimed, quoting Shakespeare.
Which sadly was true. Luna had no tolerance for anything heartfelt and mushy. There were only two things in her world: knowledge, and that which has yet to make itself known. Nothing to feed the so called feminine charm that had probably died inside of her.
She had better things to do than bat her eyes and hope a man will come by and 'complete' her. Whatever that means.
Luna turned her attention to the television, which had been left on for god knows how long. As always, nothing was different. Same things, same distractions.
"How's your psychology project going, by the way?" Jacob asked while plopping down next to, letting his arm fall over her shoulders. Which was very possible, because Luna was small; much smaller than she should have been.
Luna gingerly picked up his thumb between her thumb and pointer finger and removed his arm from her.
He chuckled, as he always did when she did such a thing. Usually girls would be dying to scoot in next to him, to get his affections, in more than one way. But Luna was different, and in this, he was somewhat relieved.
"It's not," Luna said, "because I finished it. I've been done for quite some time."
Jacob merely shook his head, "Alright, how do I look?" He said, standing up and spreading his arms and turning for added affect.
Luna didn't spare a glance from her book before her answer, "Like a fool."
Jacob chuckled, and checked his watch. Ten minutes.
"Well, gotta jet. Don't stay up too late or throw any wild parties while I'm gone." And with that, Luna Sanchez was left to herself on the couch. Left all alone, just as she liked it.
But after a while, the familiar book began to loose her interest. She sighed, and placed the book back into the bookshelf. She paced around the house for five minutes, before glancing at the clock and deciding that, since it was barely seven thirty, and Jacob wouldn't be coming back with his new heartbreak until around one in the morning, she decided to venture out into the wild outdoors.
Or, the not so wild outdoors of Seattle, Washington.
She grabbed her overcoat, cell phone and her keys, and locked up her house. The air was cool, but crisp. Not too warm, but not too cold. The perfect spring day.
"Siri, locate the fastest room from home to Wolf Bay." She said coolly into her phone while passing a slew of strangers. Sometimes when she wanted to think, to ponder, to look for something to get her away from herself, she' stare at the water. Because no matter how many times it pulled away from her, it always returned. And something about that made her feel as if she wasn't as abandoned and incompetent as she felt.
Not that anyone else would ever notice these hidden emotions of hers. And she would be happy to keep it this way.
While waiting for her phone to comprehend, she took out the small notebook from her deep pocket and write down each of the faces she saw passing by.
Luna almost smiled to herself when she remembered how annoyed her mother would get with her when she did this.
"Why do you do these things, Luna? What's the purpose?" She said with a red face while watching her child note any prominent features of the ones around her.
"They say that when you dream," the seven year old version of Luna said, "everyone in it is someone you're seen before. Even if it were just for a few seconds."
And of course she would be right. Because she had been provided with countless books and tutors to ensure that she would reach all the potential she had.
Or as her mother put it, she had been provided with distractions from the fact that her father was never there.
"He's always been like this. He sends money and tangible items, but he never gives any time. It's not like he cares about anyone, Luna. That bastard." Things were constantly changing around Luna. Her parents made sure of that.
It was as if they could never reach a peaceful agreement about anything anymore. Luna's mother wanted Luna to have a father. Luna's father just wanted hit unintended mistress to disappear, along with her child. Luna just wanted to survive.
At least that much had never changed. Luna would never stop surviving. While she did not pride herself on being a 'survivor', per say, she prided herself on being a well-rounded person. One who knows the ups and downs, and while she may not be able to predict them, she was always prepared for an ambush. She was not naïve. Perhaps Luna was a non-conformist, if you will.
"Head north on 49th Ave Northeast toward Northeast 39th Street." The automated voice chimed out, "Continue for point one mile."
Luna happily obliged, and continued to note the passing people. Eventually, this bore her, and she turned her unfaltering gaze to the sky. She inhaled deeply, and exhaled. And she reached up to the clouds, longing for someone to descend down and swoop her away from this mundane thing called existence. But no one ever did, so she settled on dropping her hands and inhaling again.
But something was wrong about the gesture. And Luna couldn't help but notice it. She stopped in her spot and repeated it. It was still wrong. Her eyebrows pulled together, indicating her confusion.
She looked around, and noticed an all black tinted car behind her, which was stopped completely. Despite its lack of movement, the car was running. Luna tried to look into the car from her spot, but the tinted windows made this feat difficult.
Resisting her urge to investigate, Luna simply walked on, and listened as the car hummed along behind her. She made a mental checklist of all of the people she thought it to be. None made sense. None but one.
Gathering up her energy, Luna broke out into a run, listening as her phone frantically tried to recalculate and recalculate to suit her new path. Knowing the car was still behind her; Luna stopped, and saw the car stop as well.
She turned the corner, and lost the car, but soon it found her again. She broke out in a sprint, once more hearing her phone desperately wondering where in the world she was going. Eventually, she ran out of fight, and decided to give in for once.
She turned to face the car, and bent over to catch her breath. While glaring at the vehicle, two men well groomed men in all dark glasses and black and white suits emerged and approached her. One with blonde hair, one with brown hair; Luna made a mental note to write them both down in her journal.
"Luna Sanchez." The blonde one said, stopping in front of her.
"You know, you should tell him that if he wants to take he can just, I don't know, text me or something. Maybe I'd be more willing if he just wanted to meet at a cafe or something. Anything but following me around with some damn suspicious vehicle." Luna said snarkily.
"Precautions must be made." The dark brown one said. Luna rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I suppose one must take measures to cover ones tracks. Especially when dealing with ones mistake." Luna shot at the men. They said nothing, but gestured towards the car. She sighed. No getting around it this time.
She got into the car, and turned to see her father's wife in the back along with her. Luna spoke not a word, because neither knew each other.
After thirty minutes of confusing turns and circle, the men opened the doors for both, and escorted them to their different locations. The woman, to the east, and Luna, to the west.
How peculiar, Luna noted.
After millions of corridors and passing unnecessary rooms, Luna was stopped in front of two wooden doors, and told to wait.
She mentally prepared herself for what was going to happen, she took a deep breath, and then opened the doors.
(A/N.) Well, that was all. The seconds chapter will be so much more interesting, I swear. Au revoir, mes amis. Please give your opinions to my agent. You can reach her by clicking the review chapter button.