Chapter 12 - Amethyst eyes
Okay, so, by luck, one of our neighbours has a WIFI conection, so I was able to post this, and answer some reviews. BUT! They're probably leaving tomorow, so I won't be able to steal their internet for anything else, okay? Well... I hope you like it!
I stood up, put my drawing pad under my arm, and made my way to my farm. As I arrived there, I saw a small sign that I hadn't noticed before by my house. It wasn't new, I just didn't see i. I got closer, to see what it said. '_ Farm', it read. Which reminded me; I never named that farm! If I was going to stay here for another 4 years and 3 seasons, I might as well give it a name... Hmm...
"Chelee!"
"Shut up Shea, I'm thinking...!" I said. Hmm... What about Daisy Farm, or Clover Farm? Ew... Maybe Sunset Farm? Ew-er! ... I have a feeling there's something I'm not noticing.
I jumped in surprise, and spun around. "Shea!"
Shea looked surprised, but he grinned, spun around in a cercle, and yelled, "Chelee!"
"Shea! How the hell did you get to my farm?" I asked.
Shea shrugged. "I ask purple penguin.", he said, matter-of-factly. Ah, Pierre told him. "Purple penguin look afraid of Shea. Shea don't know why."
I laughed, just imagining Shea pointing a spear at Pierre's face, and asking where I lived. "Me neither, Shea. I can't even imagine why." I said sarcastically. But of course, Shea didn't notice.
"Maybe penguins afraid of great warrior." he shrugged again.
"Yes, I'm sure that's it!" But, once again, Shea didn't notice my sarcasm. "What are you even doing here?" I asked.
Shea smiled. "I come to play with Chelee!"
I raised a brow. "Really? What do you want to play?"
"Shea teach Chelsea hunt!"
I'm pretty sure my face drained from its color. "H-Hunt? As in, kill, and... see it die, with blood n' stuff?"
Shea's smile only became bigger. "Yeah!"
Oh no... I have to find an excuse... "I... don't... wanna... uh..." I said slowly.
Shea's face fell. "Chelee don't wanna hunt..." he stated.
I couldn't stand seeing him so upset. "No, it's not that I don't want to! It's just that... today, the... air is too humid! It means the meat won't taste good!" Oh, fuck me... No, I don't want to hunt! How hard is it to say?
Shea's face showed horror. "Meat won't taste good? Oh no! Shea must warn Wada! Chelee, stay here!" I wasn't able to say another word before he dissapeared into the thick bushes.
I smirked to myself. No matter how cute Shea was, there was no way I'd stay in one spot.
"I'm so BORED!" I yelled to no one in particular. I was on Meadow Island, and was desperate for something to do.
Suddenly, there was a burst of smoke. I started coughing, and fell over. What the hell? Are there evil sprites too?
"Sorry." A girl's voice said. "My bad." A hand helped me back up. "I'm Witch Princess!"
Now that the smoke had cleared up, I was able to see the owner of the voice. It was a girl who looked about my age. She had long, wavy, blond hair, and purplish-reddish colored eyes. She was wearing a long-sleeved dark purple dress, with a small gray shirt layered on top. A black cloak was draped around her thin body, attaching together by a skull-shaped clip. (1) All in all, she looked mischievous.
"Okay... So first, a Goddess, and now, a Witch? Why am I not surprised...?" I said sarcastically.
The Witch frowned. "I'm serious!"
"I know." I said honestly. "I'm used to weirdos by now." I was expecting the Witch Princess to argue about how she supposedly wasn't 'weird'. But, to my surprise, she only smirked, and clapped her hands together.
"You've been a very bad girl, Chelsea. Tsk tsk." she said. I tensed. "Wh-What do you mean?" I asked. Did she know?
"Yes, I know everything, Chelsea." Oh yeah. Forgot about the mind-reading. "I even know of every little thing that happened to you in Forget-Me-Not."
Darn you, Witch. The Witch glared at me. "I can read minds, remember?" Oh yeah. Oops. "You bet, oops!" Witch said angrily. Then, her features softenned into that smik again. "I like you. So fearless, but fearful at the same time. We could have a lot of fun together..."
Something about her gaze made me shiver. It was... scary. "I do a lot of bad things, Chelsea." The Witch said. "I breakup lovers. I kill animals. I poison food. Bad stuff, Chelsea." she smiled. "I'd like it if you assisted me in my pranks."
I thought a little. "Alright... if it releaves my boredom. One condition, though." The Witch looked at me curiously. "Nothing too dangerous." The Witch crossed her ams, and pouted. "If you do know everything about my past, you'd know about my criminal records. I don't want to add anymore to that list."
"Why not? Nobody knows, yet. If you're careful enough, they'll think it was an accident!" Witch pointed out. "Besides, you've already attempted murderer. I don't think you could be in worse trouble."
I froze, and gapped."A-Attempted m-murderer?" Witch Princess smiled. "Yep. That's what it says on your records." I stared at her dumbly.
"But... I never tried to... kill anyone!" I protested.
Witch Princess tilted her head to the side. "I know. They don't. You don't expect them to put you in community care for 5 years for only the other stuff you did, do you?"
"Y-You're lying." I said. I couldn't think of any other way.
"Nope. Your records are in Taro's house, in the drawer at the right. See for yourself!" Witch said with a mischievous smile.
Without even thinking, I ran full speed towards Taro's house. I threw the door open, and ran towards the drawer. I opened it too quickly, though, and the drawer came off of its hinges. (2) Papers and files flew everywhere. Perfect. Exactly what I needed.
I piled the files together, while also looking for my records. Finally, I found them. Here is exactly what I found:
Chelsea Hart
Age: 17
Birthday: Fall 13th
Family: Unknown
Current location: Unknown
Personal data: Parents unknown. Backround unknown. Lived in Forget-Me-Not from the age of 14 to 17. Dissapeared Winter 30th, after performing criminal acts.
Criminal records:
-stole vegetables from a Harvest farm.
-refused to pay for drinks at the Blue Bar.
-vandalized buildings.
-attempted murderer of a young girl.
Questions filled my head. Why didn't they know my current location if it was the police itself that sent me to these Islands? Why didn't they know my backround before I came to Forget-Me-Not? What made them think I attempted murderer?
"Searching through private files, huh? Bad girl..." tsked (3) a voice. I froze. "Vaughn... If you don't mind, could you leave me alone, and come back in in like... 5 minutes?" I hissed.
The stupid cowboy came closer, a smirk on his lips. "What are you looking for? Why?" he asked.
"I-It's none of your business." I muttered, avoiding his stare. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold his gaze.
"Is it?"
"No, it isn't."
Vaughn walked forward slowly. He was scaring me like hell! I backed up, and jumped as I banged into the wall. This reminded me of something...
"Daddy! What did I do?" I cried. I backed up into a corner, frightened as hell. I was only a little girl, after all.
"You lived!" my dad hissed back.
My mother was already passed out on the floor beside my father. Was she dead? Did she need medical help? I didn't know. It scared me.
"You little brat!" he yelled. "You never deserved to live!"
There was no one to save me this time. I was going to die tonight, I was sure of it. I wondered if it would be done quick, or if my death would be slow and painful? It didn't really matter anyway. Either way, it would come to the same result.
"I will beat you, you idiot, just like I beat that mother of yours!" he promised himself, as he came closer. "Elisabeth (4) has no right to tell me what to do! I can drink as much as I'd like!"
Alcohol. That's why he acted this way. Most said that drowning themselves in alcohol got rid of their problems. I find it just creates more.
Christopher Hart, my own father, was going to kill me tonight. I was sure of it. It was a shame. I'd only been ale to live 6 years of my life.
"Leave Chelsea alone!" a voice shouted.
"Vaughn! Don't! You'll get injured!" I shouted with my posh accent.
"I don't care." came my response.
"Get lost, you orphan!" My dad hissed.
"Not until you let Chelsea go!" the boy shouted. I could barely see him through the darkness, but I reconized the silver hair that was gleaming in the moonlight.
My dad turned around with icyness in his eyes. "Leave us alone." he said coolly.
"No."
Christopher, my father, stepped over my mother's body. He walked closer to the boy. "Fine. As you wish."
The boy stood his ground. My father took a step towards him. "Chelsea, RUN!" the boy yelled.
I took a quick look at him. He looked so brave, as if he weren't afraid of anything. But I could tell he was more then just afraid. My eyes locked quickly with his fearful amethyst once, before I ran.
I shook my head quickly. It was just a memory... just a memory... just a-
"So? Are you going to tell me what you were just doing?"
I looked up, into his eyes. Or more specifically, his amethyst eyes.
Bleh, I don't like the end of this chapter. It was SO LAME! But I couldn't really think of anything else, and I really wanted to show some of Chelsea's past. Speaking of Chelsea's past, you saw a lot of it, didn't you? A little more then I wanted, so you are all lucky!
Oh, before I forget, I have 2 things I need to say: I'm gone camping right now/when I wrote this, so I have NO WIFI, which is why I haven't been posting new chapters, or answering messages. I'm sorry! Also, I decided that Chelsea's parents will be OCs. I'll be using Rock and Lumina later!
ONE LAST THING!
I'm thinking of maing a sequel to this story, using the AP characters. I have no idea when this one will finish, but it was just an idea. Anyway, if I did supposedly make a sequel, it would probably be about Chelsea's kids. So, should the kids be OC, or the actual AP main characters (Angela, Molly, Kasey, Kevin)? Do you think it should be the kids as teenagers, with the main bachelores/bachlorettes as love interests? Or should the kids still be young, with their love interests being the AP rival children? For exemple, Kasey x Selena as teenagers, or Kasey x Lucy, as kids?
I NEED ANSWERS!
Okay, thanks everyone! Reviews are appreciated!
(1) Sorry for two things; a) I'm not sure if that's exactly what Witch looks like. I didn't have internet while I was writing, so I couldn't check. b) I know, in chapter 8, it appears that Chelsea already knows Witch Princess. However, I have/have to change that, since she is just meeting Witch Princess now.
(2) I wasn't sure how to describe it. Hinges was the closest word I could find.
(3)'Tsked' is not a typo! It's a real word!
(4) I'm supposed to have already mentioned this, but... just in case I forget... I changed Chelsea's parents to OC characters. I figured I'd need Rock and Lumina later on.
