Your Sincere Narrator - Chapter Two

Back at the domy with my pee and em wasn't too bad that night. Return at midnight wasn't too horrowshow. Poor nazzies. They lived their whole life thinking that their malenky devotchka-or-a-child was a treasure, Bog help their jeeznies. When I talked with my malchicks the following day, they claimed they remembered nothing, too pyahnista they claimed. Pyahnista they might be, O my brothers, but gloopy they were not.

Today was another good day for some honest work, nothing with my droogies. Unlike most of the baddiwack, burgatty prestoopnik-who-call-themselves-droogs who go around tolchocking the average chelloveck, your Sincere Narrator and her droogies actually rabbit every one-in-a-blue-moon.

"Valentia, do you remember Mrs. DeLeyr?" my starry em asked one morning.

"She has a son?" I asked sweetly, trying not to use nadsat. It was hard not to, I was so used to it and it's rhythm.

"Alex, I believe," she told me. Alex DeLeyr. Couldn't quite recall a moodge by the name of Alex…of course there was Alex DeLarge, but Mr. DeLeyr wasn't him, O my brothers. "Well, Mrs. DeLeyr and Alex are coming over in the afternoon and you'll need to be here, not out with your little friends, understand Valentia?"

"Yes, Mother," I replied diligently, smiling sweetly.

Skolliwoll was such a bore, such a waste. Nothing to offer to your Sincere Narrator and her faithful droogies. The whole day, I expected, was going to be a bore. Meeting with my old em's friends, what a bore, O my brothers. It was going to be a baddiwack day with my pee and em. What a day, what a day, what a day. What a bore.

"Coming?" Ausric asked. My dobby droogies were a-waiting for me, but, alas, I couldn't not follow. Poor them. They'd be a-wandring without their Sincerest Narrator tonight. They'd manage, maybe not get as good of a tolchocking as usual, but they'd manage and still have a horrowshow raz.

"Not tonight. My starry em wants me to meet a Mrs. DeLeyr. Won't be able to go have the horrowshow time we call ultra-violence," I said. I knew Levi was smecking in his grazhny gulliver and dobby Ausric was mentally sighing at my absence. Who knew what Sabella or Caleb thought.

Anyways, off I became. Homeward I was and arrived promptly on raz, or at least by the raz I was supposed to be at my domy. My em said that the DeLeyr folks hadn't arrived and was so glad I was right on the raz.

"They're here Valentia! Come down please!" my dear Mum shouts from the door. I sigh, but come down. And there standing is a Mrs. DeLeyr and Alekth, the one and only: Alex DeLarge. What a surprise. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help it. He was legend…or as close as you could come to it in this rat sewer of a mesto.

"Alex your Humble Droog. Thou has an eemya?" he asked.

"Now Alex, you know you've got to talk good and proper English, not that rubbish slang," his mother snapped.

"I'll bet, Mother, that this devotchka doesn't understand any other language," Alex smiled at me. His em gave me a harsh stare.

"My eemya is Valentia and nadsat's whats make sense. It flows easier that the starry language English, missus," I shrugged, knowing my em was gaping at me. I tried hard not to blush, but I couldn't help. It was Alex DeLarge, who wouldn't. I must admit though, he had dobby looks. I could have sworn it was a sneety, but I pinched myself so I was sure it wasn't.

"So whats a fine ptista like yourself running around this mesto playing the old ultra-violent scene?" he asked.

"Dunno. I've always been on the scene since skolliwoll. The gloopy nazzies seem to be convinced that they're helping us. Chepooka is what it is," I answered. He nodded in agreement. "Too much about me. I'd love to hear the story of your jeezny. Its got to be more curious that mine."

"I'm sure thou hast already heard it by now," he grinned.

"The sammy millies won't breath a slovo to us. Say we're too young and innocent as if those pyahnista millies were shilnarnied about us," I explained.

"The millicents are shilnarnied. Its ultra ultra-violent, my story about being righted, thank Bog that they fixed it though," he sighed. My em and his em had gone and sat down like civilized folk. We were still standing. Alex seemed perfectly comfortable so I didn't mention it.

"Is the ultra-violence still as violent as when I was roaming the streets?" he asked softly, slightly detatched.

"I take it there weren't devotchkas running the ultra-violent scene in your raz?" I said. He nodded. "Well, me and a droogie, Sabella, are about the only devotchkas here but we get our share of the cal."

"And the pol?"

I smecked embarrassingly loud, and said, "Hardly."

Alex grinned and said, "Mother, Valentia and myself are going to step outside for a few moments. We'll be back in time for dinner."

My em and his nodded and returned back to their gloopy slovos and led me outside. I was slightly confused but complied. It was Alex DeLarge, after all. He skazats drat you'd drat. I vaguely viddied but couldn't continue the thought.

"Why are we here? Why not there?" I asked.

"No one is listening to what we're saying. My Mum was listening quite intently," he said softly. I was beginning to notice it was getting dark. "So was your mother, very eager. Though you probably knew that. She's your mum of course."

"Why are you speaking good and proper English?" I asked. What a gloopy question to ask of all things, Bog help me. What a nazz I was. Bog had better help me or I'd embarrass myself.

"So I think about what I say. I have to vaguely translate it into good and proper English, means I actually think about what I'm saying so I don't say something stupid," he murmured softly. He had a point. Maybe I should too.

"I don't mind if you say something stupid. Nobody is perfect, even Alex DeLarge," I smiled.

"We can try," he smiled back. "Valentia. Pretty name."

"Thanks," I said. Awkward pause.

"So whats the world like from a pair of younger eyes?" he asked, detached again. I shrugged and sat down on the bench. Alex sat down too. He was looking at me funny. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, maybe afraid of what I would see but maybe just too cowardly to look at him; maybe even both. Then and there, I decided that I was in love with him.


So there's chapter two. I've planned this to be 7 chapters because I can't write it in three nor can I write a 21 chapter story AND write Anarchy and RtD on FictionPress so this will be shorter....but then again, the plot is rather condensed so it doesn't really matter.

Please, it would be great if you guys could review because I've never really played around with the Nadsat stuff until I wrote the first chapter. (thats why it's really scattered). As for the end of this chapter, the only reason they are talking good and proper English is because I have a headache and its hard to write dialogue in Nadsat...or at least how I imagined the Nadsat dialogue. And don't worry, I'm not going to have five chapters of fluff. It had a storyline....but a vague one at that.

REALLY, please review!!!!!!!
Marionettes

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