Taken In Again
Disclaimer: It's a fan fiction, what do you expect? I own whatever wasn't invented already.
Memories. Good or bad, they make up everything that I am. Everything that I was. My mind flooded with them, ever since I first danced with Henry at the ball up to my visions of our future, and everything in-between. My relations with Rodney. My friendship with Tom, and Nemo. My temporary dislike for Mina, and my failed attempt to cast that spell. The Martians and the Teneacherous. I sat there, memorizing every tiny little detail of my past life. My past of life as a teenager…escaping my world and creating my own. But no matter what it was that I tried to do, what I did as I weaseled myself into a getaway, it was only an escape. It wasn't a life at all. It was a fantasy and nothing else, I know that now for sure. This is my life…right here, right now.
Then why am I sitting down at a bar inside one of the club's in New York City, asking the bartender for another sherry? I had already blocked out the noise to remember my past, and just sitting there, I'm sure I wasn't looking or feeling too glum! I wasn't much of a drinker, then or now, but all I know is that my future hasn't been bright. The league did separate, I didn't end up marrying Henry (for we did go our ways when the league broke up), and we never had a child. More importantly, my family never found out about my alternate world. That was something I never intended for them to find out, and I never do. The one thing that really lingered in my mind were the entire thing altogether. The friends, the enemies and the fights, the family feel I got from the league, the relationships with Henry, and for the most part Rodney. I knew I would never forget the memories. Like I said, they shaped who I was. But sometimes, on nights like this, when my actual 'teen self' grew up, and now I really am that 27 year old witch the league knew for so long. By living that alternate universe I've come to realize that I made the alternate world because I felt my life was boring, and I needed a little action or drama. My powers never really were real. They were more of a mirage, or an illusion. I dare to even use them now, having locked up every piece of my Wiccan existence. I believe that life, living with the league had taught me that action can be from any life. It was then, a waste to be living two. I was to live my teen years with my friends, my family, my peers and teachers…but more importantly alone, with the satisfaction. So I live now, alone, trying to fit in the world in my own apartment, with my own friends, my own job, and so on.
The bar felt nice and smooth as I ran my finger against the red marble edge. I closed my eyes, trying not to be blinded by the dim party lights all over the room. Ironically just then, I heard the song "Forever" being played by Chris Brown. I sighed quite loudly. My best friend, who was sitting next to me, asked why I looked so sad. I gave a chuckle.
"I love this song. And there's no one to dance with."
I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I believe I was dumbstruck. There, standing and beaming from being in front of the lights, stood the very pale, strangely dressed, elder and familiar figure of Rodney Skinner. My mouth hung open as far as it could go, for a very long time I would think. The music seemed to fade. This whole night was beginning to be very ironic.
…so much for forgetting the past.
He let out his hand, I took it, and he led me to the mass of people on the dance floor.
We danced, turning and twisting our bodies to the rhythm of the music. Rodney put his hand on my hip as I rested my palm on his shoulder. I hadn't thought I remembered how to dance, or even have the feel. But, as the night preceded, back and forth our hips and shoulders went, experience the sensation of the music. And it went on for the entire three minutes, it only feeling nearly even one minute. Eh, you know what they say…time flies when you're having fun.
The bridge came up, where Chris is all, "I won't let you fall…" Rodney seemed to near closer towards me. The song ended with Rodney leaning in slowly to kiss my lips for the very last time.
And forever on the dance floor it was, with a night such as this. Forever it was, the memories I would never forget. Forever it was, for my life to be recognized as the witch, the one who was a part of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. The one who was taken in again.
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Alisha Dover, a teenager with wet, golden blonde hair pulled back by a white fuzzy headband, and grey-blue eyes, wearing polka dot pajama pants, a dull blue sweatshirt, and grey socks typed on her black Dell laptop very quickly, making a frantic tapping noise as her fingers hit the keyboard. At frequent times she would take a sip of her tea, gripping the mug loosely…obviously devoted to her keyboard, and her eyes never leaving the screen.
The desk was large and white, and clattered with several items and books. There was hardly any room for anything.
After hysterically typing for minutes, Alisha finally stopped, and rested back in her chair. She took one final long sip of her tea. She sighed.
"That's it. I finally finished Taken In Again." Alisha shook her head, smiling.
"Escape." she said. "What is it with escape? Well, I believe I learned like Alisha, no escape is ever necessary, however exciting it may sound." She then chuckled. "Be careful what you wish for, Alisha." As the exhausted teenager turned to get out of her seat, she saw as the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen stood there, looking at her with smiles upon their faces. The Alisha they were written to know shined familiarly in the eyes of the writer. And in the eyes of the writer…well…obsession is something that can never easily go away.
And then, in the blink of an eye, the league was gone.