A/N: Um *comes out of hiding* Hello? .; Sorry. I haven't been
writing for a long while. It's been forever sense I've updated, huh?
Well, anyone, here is it! I hope you like it! Please R/R!
(Part...ah, who cares? I think I'll stop writing the parts, they're messed up anyway.)
A girl with pixie-cut brown hair walked down the street, over some railroad tracks and pressed the walk button. She tapped her foot to the beat of Blink 182 while cars zoomed by, muted from "One Week." The California sun was high and hot, sense there was no clouds in sky that could be seen. Just another sweaty day of early summer in the Garlic Capital of the World for this girl. Usually it isn't so bad, but for some reason or another, she was standing out here in shorts and a tank top in ninety degrees.
As she waited, a black dot formed from the east. It grew and grew until it became the shape of an owl. The brown owl flapped its wings tiredly and landed in the weeds behind the girl with a thud. She had caught something brown out of the corner of her eye and turned in time to see the owl crash land.
"Hmm?" Turning off the music, she removed her earphones and walked towards it. "Hey, I've never seen an owl here before."
The owl hooted exhaustedly and hopped a little, drawing the girl's attention to its feet. Seeing the note, she took it and it said in capital, scribbled on letters, "AMARA! DON'T FREAK OUT!"
"Okay, that's easy," Amara smirked. What's so scary about an owl?
Opening it up, she recognized the writing immediately; it was from her friend Cat (her real name is Mara, but that got too confusing so they gave her a nickname). The note said:
"Hey, what's up, Amara? Sorry I haven't written in a while, but my life has been strange for while. I need help. There's this guy I like. He's really sexy *drool* but I can't just ask him out. He turns down every girl that asks him out on a date! .; What do I do? We've been friends sense I've got here and I don't want to ruin it. Please write back as soon as possible!!!
I wuv u,
Cat
P.S. Just tie your letter to the owl and s/he'll get it to me. Kiss, kiss."
Amara read, re-read it and smiled and said joking, "My little buddy's growing up." Then she looked at the owl. "Well, you're tired. If I gave you some water, could you fly a little more?"
The owl hooted and nodded, or what looked like a nod. Amara reached into her backpack and got out a bottle of water. It wasn't the coldest, but the owl didn't mind at all as it inhaled the water from the little cap. Half gone, the bird chirped a little.
"My house is on Woolen, 432 (a/n: yes that is a fake address. Do you think I'd give a real one out?)-" and before she could ask if the bird understood, the owl was flying in the air and off in the direction she was going before it came.
With a shrug, Amara got back up, re-pushed the button and waited.
~*~*~*~
At home, Amara found the bird waiting on the front steps in the shade. The door unlocked, Amara let the bird in and she went in after it. Her sister, Star, looked at the bird from the computer with big, curious eyes, but like her sister, didn't freak out. Her brown hair was wet and the AC was on high, much to the refreshment of Amara.
"Hey, Sis." Amara quickly explained what had happened and let her little sis read the note.
"How come she didn't mention me?" Star pouted a little.
"It looks like she was in a hurry, judging by lack of details," Amara reassured her sister. "Besides, you were Redding with Mom last thing she knew. Write back to her and I'll write something; I think she'll be happy to know that you're here again."
"Yeah, okay."
After a little thinking, Star finally wrote on a piece of binder paper:
"Hey, Cat, it's me, Star. Long time, no talk. Why didn't you tell us sooner that you have a crush? *grin* We're going to have to meet him someday. So, what's up with the "no date" attitude? I hope he's turning down guys"
"Star!" Amara said, shocked and angry.
"Hey! You're suppose to be looking!" Star glared back. The one thing that the sisters had in common was that they both hated when someone read over their shoulder. It was rude and uncomfortable.
"Sor~ry!" Amara backed away, a little peeved.
Star picked up her pencil again and wrote:
",too. (j/k) Um, why not ask him why he keeps turning down dates? Or maybe the girls he turns down are just not his type? I really can't think of anything based only on his looks and your drooling. *hands her a napkin* lol. By the way, I'm back in Gilroy, just in time for summer heat. Oh, joy. -_-;
-Star"
"Here you go," she handed the paper and pencil to her sister. Then looking at the owl, which was right in front of the AC, hooting and chirping happily, she asked, "Thirsty?"
The owl looked at her and nodded much like it did with Amara on the street. Star went to the kitchen and got the bird a bowl of cold water. It drank a little from it and hooted its thanks, causing Star to smile.
While that happened, Amara wrote:
"Hey, Cat! How are you? Other than the early heat, life goes on as usual. I don't know what to tell you about your crush. Why not just go down on him? That's what you always have told me. *wink* Anyhow, write back to us soon!
I wuv u, too,
-Amara"
They waited until nightfall to give the bird the note so it wouldn't have to fly in the heat. The bird had been sleeping in Star's closet threw the afternoon, and left a few things for her to clean up, and so was refreshed and ready for the long trip back to wherever it came from. While their father took a shower, they sunk the owl out, tied the note to its leg and sent it off.
"Where do you think Cat is?" Star asked for the thousandth time that day. "I mean, if she has to use an owl to contact us, how are from technology *is* she?"
Amara sighed, frustrated. "Who knows, an Amish paradise? She's probably flipping out without the Net, though."
"I don't know, maybe that hot guy is keeping her busy," Star winked and went back to the computer to finish her story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," a voice in a husky whispered, causing Cat to groan and open her eyes. It was nearly pitch black in some room (a muggle room, by feel of it), but she could tell whose shadowy figure was that leaning over her. "How do you feel?"
"Like a crowbar hit me in the head," she snapped. "What do you want, Father?"
At this, her father laughed. "What every father wants for his loving daughter, a good future, a clean life, and all the joy in the word."
"Ha! Bullshit!" Maybe it was the massive headache that she got, or maybe she has just known her father too long, but Cat didn't feel all that threatened by the presence of him. It was most likely the headache.
A hardening voice pounded into Cat's head, "I want what's mine!"
"What's that?" She started to close her eyes again.
"I WANT THAT DOLL!!!"
"What the fuck?!" Mara jumped up, only to find that she was on a bed. The headache went away for a split second, letting her see everything clearly. She was in a hotel room with heavy currents covering the window and a couch in front of the door.
The second passed and Cat fell back onto the bed. She waited for the world to stop spinning and thought of her choices. One, her father had her locked up in a hotel room, so running for help wasn't a good plan. Two, she could try to go for her wand, but she had put it away when she climbed into bed at Hogwarts. Three, she could try to take him on in hand to hand fighting, but really, would that do anything other than get her a broken limb or two?
With a sigh, she asked, "Why would you want that doll in the first place?"
"Simple," he said with an air of confidence. Well, Hell, she was practically helpless - that's something for an egoistic baster to be confident about. "I stole it and I want it back."
"Is it worth a fortune or something?" Cat looked up, finally. She saw her father also had a knife. Ah, just what she needed to know to brighten her hope of escape.
"More than you can imagine," he said mysteriously. "Now you will tell me where it is, or you will not leave this room alive."
"It's. . ." Cat stopped and thought for a moment. "It's somewhere where *you'll* never get it."
"What do you mean by that!?" he raged. "I can go anywhere I please, when I please!"
"Tell that to Dumbledor!" Smirkage.
That smirk was gone in a swift movement of his knife glancing against her right arm. It didn't hurt that much at first, then when the blood came, so did the pain. Mara screamed and clamped her wounded arm with her hand. Rolling around on the bed, moaning in agony, Mara cussed every cuss she knew.
"Damn you, mother bloody fucker! What the hell was that for, Mud-blood Bitch!?" she screeched, half hoping that there'd be people in the neighboring rooms and would hear her and call for help.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" he snapped back, slapping her into stunned silence. Now that absent fear came creeping slowly into her veins as she realized what was happening and how much she underestimated her father. "Tell me where the doll is!"
However, with her knew found fear that took control of her body, all she could was gape in silence. Pissed off, he took the knife and plunged down to her with a rage. Somehow, not even being aware of it, Cat rolled out of the way and off the bed. He came after her with a leap over the bed and tried to corner her. Cat ducked out of the way and ran to the door half way, then changed her mind when she remember the couch. With just that second of hesitation, her father plowed into her and rammed the knife into her shoulder.
A blood-chilling scream ran through the whole room as Cat felt the steal painfully run into her left shoulder. She thrashed about and wiggled out of his grasp just to be caught by him again. Another blow to the arm already cut, and another. Crying in pain, Cat could vaguely hear her father shouting about the doll. This had to stop before she *lost* a limb!
"Ow!" Gasped her father before she realized what she had done. Cat got up and ran to the bathroom, leaving him to whine over his hurt manhood.
She slid down the lock bathroom door, breathing deeply in the sweet perfume of flowers and soap, and sobbed, trying to think of what do next. This was all too fast, too much, and it really, really hurt like hell!! What was she going to do?! Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, ow, fuck! was all she could think of at the moment.
"Do you think you can avoid me that easily, Mara!?" her father's voice whispered harshly, and somehow she knew that he wasn't speaking through the door. Opening an eye slowly, she saw in the shadow of the toilet the out line of his face. She gave a startled screech. "Ha, ha. I knew you were a little pussy. You don't have the balls to even take a few cuts. Well, then you are a girl."
Some deep, half-detached part of her asked in an outraged voice, "Are you going to let him get away with that?! What right does the little prick have to cut you up and laugh at you?!"
Somehow it seemed to make sense to Mara and calm he a little bit. Deep with in her, a warm glow started dimly to work its way up to her surface. As it spread, it grew warmer and glowed much brighter. It seemed to calm Cat down so fast that it almost scared her. Looking straight into the shadow eyes of her father, she snarled.
"Burn in Hell, Prick!"
And then the glow shot out from her and straight for the shadow, which screamed in horror as it realized what was happening. Covering him up in a blood red glow, wrapping him up like a garbage bag, the glow squeezed as tightly as possible on the figure of his head. He thrashed and shook his head's imagine, but nothing came of it other than to trap him more. With one last cry, the glow imploded on him and then everything was startling quiet except for the low sobbing of Mara Cat Mone. . . .
"POLICE! OPEN UP!" a man's voice shouted from the hallway.
Cat laughed then, finding it rather funny that they come NOW and not when she really needed them. Isn't that how police in the movies are suppose to act?
~ End ~
A/N: Well, what'd you think? This is the first action I have so far. Please tell me what you think! Do you like it? Do you hate it? PLEASE R/R!!
(Part...ah, who cares? I think I'll stop writing the parts, they're messed up anyway.)
A girl with pixie-cut brown hair walked down the street, over some railroad tracks and pressed the walk button. She tapped her foot to the beat of Blink 182 while cars zoomed by, muted from "One Week." The California sun was high and hot, sense there was no clouds in sky that could be seen. Just another sweaty day of early summer in the Garlic Capital of the World for this girl. Usually it isn't so bad, but for some reason or another, she was standing out here in shorts and a tank top in ninety degrees.
As she waited, a black dot formed from the east. It grew and grew until it became the shape of an owl. The brown owl flapped its wings tiredly and landed in the weeds behind the girl with a thud. She had caught something brown out of the corner of her eye and turned in time to see the owl crash land.
"Hmm?" Turning off the music, she removed her earphones and walked towards it. "Hey, I've never seen an owl here before."
The owl hooted exhaustedly and hopped a little, drawing the girl's attention to its feet. Seeing the note, she took it and it said in capital, scribbled on letters, "AMARA! DON'T FREAK OUT!"
"Okay, that's easy," Amara smirked. What's so scary about an owl?
Opening it up, she recognized the writing immediately; it was from her friend Cat (her real name is Mara, but that got too confusing so they gave her a nickname). The note said:
"Hey, what's up, Amara? Sorry I haven't written in a while, but my life has been strange for while. I need help. There's this guy I like. He's really sexy *drool* but I can't just ask him out. He turns down every girl that asks him out on a date! .; What do I do? We've been friends sense I've got here and I don't want to ruin it. Please write back as soon as possible!!!
I wuv u,
Cat
P.S. Just tie your letter to the owl and s/he'll get it to me. Kiss, kiss."
Amara read, re-read it and smiled and said joking, "My little buddy's growing up." Then she looked at the owl. "Well, you're tired. If I gave you some water, could you fly a little more?"
The owl hooted and nodded, or what looked like a nod. Amara reached into her backpack and got out a bottle of water. It wasn't the coldest, but the owl didn't mind at all as it inhaled the water from the little cap. Half gone, the bird chirped a little.
"My house is on Woolen, 432 (a/n: yes that is a fake address. Do you think I'd give a real one out?)-" and before she could ask if the bird understood, the owl was flying in the air and off in the direction she was going before it came.
With a shrug, Amara got back up, re-pushed the button and waited.
~*~*~*~
At home, Amara found the bird waiting on the front steps in the shade. The door unlocked, Amara let the bird in and she went in after it. Her sister, Star, looked at the bird from the computer with big, curious eyes, but like her sister, didn't freak out. Her brown hair was wet and the AC was on high, much to the refreshment of Amara.
"Hey, Sis." Amara quickly explained what had happened and let her little sis read the note.
"How come she didn't mention me?" Star pouted a little.
"It looks like she was in a hurry, judging by lack of details," Amara reassured her sister. "Besides, you were Redding with Mom last thing she knew. Write back to her and I'll write something; I think she'll be happy to know that you're here again."
"Yeah, okay."
After a little thinking, Star finally wrote on a piece of binder paper:
"Hey, Cat, it's me, Star. Long time, no talk. Why didn't you tell us sooner that you have a crush? *grin* We're going to have to meet him someday. So, what's up with the "no date" attitude? I hope he's turning down guys"
"Star!" Amara said, shocked and angry.
"Hey! You're suppose to be looking!" Star glared back. The one thing that the sisters had in common was that they both hated when someone read over their shoulder. It was rude and uncomfortable.
"Sor~ry!" Amara backed away, a little peeved.
Star picked up her pencil again and wrote:
",too. (j/k) Um, why not ask him why he keeps turning down dates? Or maybe the girls he turns down are just not his type? I really can't think of anything based only on his looks and your drooling. *hands her a napkin* lol. By the way, I'm back in Gilroy, just in time for summer heat. Oh, joy. -_-;
-Star"
"Here you go," she handed the paper and pencil to her sister. Then looking at the owl, which was right in front of the AC, hooting and chirping happily, she asked, "Thirsty?"
The owl looked at her and nodded much like it did with Amara on the street. Star went to the kitchen and got the bird a bowl of cold water. It drank a little from it and hooted its thanks, causing Star to smile.
While that happened, Amara wrote:
"Hey, Cat! How are you? Other than the early heat, life goes on as usual. I don't know what to tell you about your crush. Why not just go down on him? That's what you always have told me. *wink* Anyhow, write back to us soon!
I wuv u, too,
-Amara"
They waited until nightfall to give the bird the note so it wouldn't have to fly in the heat. The bird had been sleeping in Star's closet threw the afternoon, and left a few things for her to clean up, and so was refreshed and ready for the long trip back to wherever it came from. While their father took a shower, they sunk the owl out, tied the note to its leg and sent it off.
"Where do you think Cat is?" Star asked for the thousandth time that day. "I mean, if she has to use an owl to contact us, how are from technology *is* she?"
Amara sighed, frustrated. "Who knows, an Amish paradise? She's probably flipping out without the Net, though."
"I don't know, maybe that hot guy is keeping her busy," Star winked and went back to the computer to finish her story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," a voice in a husky whispered, causing Cat to groan and open her eyes. It was nearly pitch black in some room (a muggle room, by feel of it), but she could tell whose shadowy figure was that leaning over her. "How do you feel?"
"Like a crowbar hit me in the head," she snapped. "What do you want, Father?"
At this, her father laughed. "What every father wants for his loving daughter, a good future, a clean life, and all the joy in the word."
"Ha! Bullshit!" Maybe it was the massive headache that she got, or maybe she has just known her father too long, but Cat didn't feel all that threatened by the presence of him. It was most likely the headache.
A hardening voice pounded into Cat's head, "I want what's mine!"
"What's that?" She started to close her eyes again.
"I WANT THAT DOLL!!!"
"What the fuck?!" Mara jumped up, only to find that she was on a bed. The headache went away for a split second, letting her see everything clearly. She was in a hotel room with heavy currents covering the window and a couch in front of the door.
The second passed and Cat fell back onto the bed. She waited for the world to stop spinning and thought of her choices. One, her father had her locked up in a hotel room, so running for help wasn't a good plan. Two, she could try to go for her wand, but she had put it away when she climbed into bed at Hogwarts. Three, she could try to take him on in hand to hand fighting, but really, would that do anything other than get her a broken limb or two?
With a sigh, she asked, "Why would you want that doll in the first place?"
"Simple," he said with an air of confidence. Well, Hell, she was practically helpless - that's something for an egoistic baster to be confident about. "I stole it and I want it back."
"Is it worth a fortune or something?" Cat looked up, finally. She saw her father also had a knife. Ah, just what she needed to know to brighten her hope of escape.
"More than you can imagine," he said mysteriously. "Now you will tell me where it is, or you will not leave this room alive."
"It's. . ." Cat stopped and thought for a moment. "It's somewhere where *you'll* never get it."
"What do you mean by that!?" he raged. "I can go anywhere I please, when I please!"
"Tell that to Dumbledor!" Smirkage.
That smirk was gone in a swift movement of his knife glancing against her right arm. It didn't hurt that much at first, then when the blood came, so did the pain. Mara screamed and clamped her wounded arm with her hand. Rolling around on the bed, moaning in agony, Mara cussed every cuss she knew.
"Damn you, mother bloody fucker! What the hell was that for, Mud-blood Bitch!?" she screeched, half hoping that there'd be people in the neighboring rooms and would hear her and call for help.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" he snapped back, slapping her into stunned silence. Now that absent fear came creeping slowly into her veins as she realized what was happening and how much she underestimated her father. "Tell me where the doll is!"
However, with her knew found fear that took control of her body, all she could was gape in silence. Pissed off, he took the knife and plunged down to her with a rage. Somehow, not even being aware of it, Cat rolled out of the way and off the bed. He came after her with a leap over the bed and tried to corner her. Cat ducked out of the way and ran to the door half way, then changed her mind when she remember the couch. With just that second of hesitation, her father plowed into her and rammed the knife into her shoulder.
A blood-chilling scream ran through the whole room as Cat felt the steal painfully run into her left shoulder. She thrashed about and wiggled out of his grasp just to be caught by him again. Another blow to the arm already cut, and another. Crying in pain, Cat could vaguely hear her father shouting about the doll. This had to stop before she *lost* a limb!
"Ow!" Gasped her father before she realized what she had done. Cat got up and ran to the bathroom, leaving him to whine over his hurt manhood.
She slid down the lock bathroom door, breathing deeply in the sweet perfume of flowers and soap, and sobbed, trying to think of what do next. This was all too fast, too much, and it really, really hurt like hell!! What was she going to do?! Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, ow, fuck! was all she could think of at the moment.
"Do you think you can avoid me that easily, Mara!?" her father's voice whispered harshly, and somehow she knew that he wasn't speaking through the door. Opening an eye slowly, she saw in the shadow of the toilet the out line of his face. She gave a startled screech. "Ha, ha. I knew you were a little pussy. You don't have the balls to even take a few cuts. Well, then you are a girl."
Some deep, half-detached part of her asked in an outraged voice, "Are you going to let him get away with that?! What right does the little prick have to cut you up and laugh at you?!"
Somehow it seemed to make sense to Mara and calm he a little bit. Deep with in her, a warm glow started dimly to work its way up to her surface. As it spread, it grew warmer and glowed much brighter. It seemed to calm Cat down so fast that it almost scared her. Looking straight into the shadow eyes of her father, she snarled.
"Burn in Hell, Prick!"
And then the glow shot out from her and straight for the shadow, which screamed in horror as it realized what was happening. Covering him up in a blood red glow, wrapping him up like a garbage bag, the glow squeezed as tightly as possible on the figure of his head. He thrashed and shook his head's imagine, but nothing came of it other than to trap him more. With one last cry, the glow imploded on him and then everything was startling quiet except for the low sobbing of Mara Cat Mone. . . .
"POLICE! OPEN UP!" a man's voice shouted from the hallway.
Cat laughed then, finding it rather funny that they come NOW and not when she really needed them. Isn't that how police in the movies are suppose to act?
~ End ~
A/N: Well, what'd you think? This is the first action I have so far. Please tell me what you think! Do you like it? Do you hate it? PLEASE R/R!!