Ok…this is a long chapter. But please keep reading, THEN you can see if it really sucks or not. ^_^ I really talk like this – the way my character does. I'm trying to be real, not cool or grammatically incorrect – so yea…REVIEW
Wish
Chapter one:
I still didn't know what had happened. I was just fooling around, laughing with my friends, nothing out of the ordinary. We were playing in the snow that had fallen the night before and the entire day, while the guy next door was flirting with me. Then we went tobogganing, I went down first, and that's when it happened.
'Ok you guys, I'll show you how a PRO does it!' I yelled as I got down on my stomach onto the Crazy Carpet; a thin, neon pink piece of rectangular plastic with handles. I pushed off with my hands, and went flying down the icy hill. I closed my eyes as the white surroundings enveloped me, I didn't even realize that I had stopped moving. It was the oddest feeling, I was just suspended in the air, my friends screams woke me out of the trance and I opened my eyes. When I saw white, it was nothing out of the ordinary, but when the wind sucked me upwards I realized I was flying. 'Lauren! Somebody! Help me!' I yelled as they ran down the hill – it was too late as they shrunk to the size of ants below me. Then the next thing I knew the forward motion I had on the hill had caught up on me as I went flying out of the whiteness – down a hill.
Unfortunately it wasn't covered in snow, or clear of trees, I went rolling down, my body accelerating as I fell over hard rocks and lumps in the ground. I saw the forest floor rush by me, dirt and leaves decomposing on the floor as I continued rolling. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought about how much this would kill in the morning. Finally I rolled onto a flat surface, a nice large tree breaking my fall. My body arched around it, unfortunately it was my back that had hit and 'arch' is not something that the body is supposed to do in that direction. My eyes were still closed and I wiggled my toes. 'Good,' I thought, 'no spinal injuries.' I slowly drew my knees up and my arms to chest and whimpered; surprising I hadn't broken anything. In the distance I heard voices and horses running, getting closer. Somehow I was able to conclude that I had probably rolled onto a road. That's when he came, a knight in shining armor, a horse and everything. Once I saw him get off his horse and come toward me, I closed my eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.
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I opened my eyes to a warm bed and soft sheets. I tried to turn over, but grimaced when pain shot up my spine. Then I noticed my surroundings; warm bed, surrounded by people I didn't even know. My eyes grew wide, I wasn't in a hospital, and I didn't recognize any of these people from home. Though they were quite good looking, I squinted, noticing one of them, he was the man that I had last seen before I fell asleep. No, I had probably gone unconscious from the fall. He turned from his conversation with another, very good looking guy, dressed like a soldier, and came towards me. He sat on the edge of my bed, I was still drowsy, but unable to hide the fear in my eyes.
"Hello, I am one of the many doctors on this Zaibach fortress. You are under my care by order of Lord Folken, my name is Carsio." He paused, seeing if I understood. His voice was monotone, he probably didn't care one bit about me, it was just his job. I wondered if Lord Folken was the man that had been at the side of the road.
"T-This is a hospital?" I asked, slightly dumbfounded, not understanding everything he had said.
"This is the medical ward." He got up and a nurse who had been standing to the side came into view. He turned to her and picked up a needle from a tray she was carrying. "I'm going to have to put you under so that we may make the necessary stitches on your leg." He didn't even look at me as he injected the huge needle into my arm. I winced as I once again saw darkness for the second time that day.
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It's odd what you think about when you're coming out of unconsciousness. I was thinking about The Tea Party, and my kitten. Why? Who knows, I had had just had thirty-two stitches put into my leg and a huge vile of anesthetic in me. I sat up, and leaned back on the headboard of my bed, dizzy. As my vision cleared, I realized I was no longer in the medical ward, I gently shook my head to get my bearings on me, then twisted my body through the sheets, setting my feet lightly on the carpeted floor. I took a deep breath and got up, I was wearing a thin nightshirt, I ran my finger up my stitches on my left thigh. 'Gross.' I thought. I helped myself across the room towards the door with the furniture. I noticed it was decorated with a lot of antiques, it was dark and heavy looking, not that inviting. 'Wait'll my friends see me, this nasty thing on my leg.' I thought. I still didn't understand what had happened. When I got to the door, it was locked. I frowned and looked around the dark room, I hit the hard wooden door with my fist, making a large resonating sound.
"They won't open it for you." I jumped back. I thought I had been alone, the deep, quiet voice was sitting in a chair in the corner, he had been on the other side of my bed. I caught my breath and turned in the dark room, the heavy curtains kept out most of the daylight, but a dark red glow illuminated it enough. I squinted to see if I could see him. He had sounded older than me, I was scared at being alone in the dark room with him with the door locked. He stood. "Don't worry, I don't bite." That really didn't assure me.
"Who are you?" I asked as I balled my fists, ready to retaliate if he even looked in the wrong direction. I took kickboxing, and could hold my own. He stepped forward into the dim light from the curtains, I noticed he was tall, with broad shoulders. I hoped that he wouldn't try anything, my body wasn't at a hundred percent right now.
"My name is Folken, my men found you at the side of the road." I recalled a little about the doctor mentioning him. I returned my attention to his body language. "You are in a Zaibach floating fortress – " I cut him off.
"Yea, yea, I heard. When can I go home?" I asked, wondering if my parents and friends knew where I was. Probably not, since I had never heard the word Zaibach before in my entire life.
"You cannot go home. You do not know where you are?" I stepped back, recalling every horror movie that had had to do with kidnapped people before, and he really didn't fit into the category of friendly hero type. He began to come towards me.
"That's far enough." I said, putting my body into the ready position if I had to do anything violent. He stopped, and I could tell he was smiling. That just pissed me off. "And no, I don't know where I am." He continued on toward me and I felt around the table beside my for something, I found a vase. I lifted it about an inch and realized it was full of water and made of thick porcelain. He stopped about four inches away from me, his face looking down into me. I could see his face better, he had a tear tattoo on his right cheek and the sides of his eyes made him look sad. He intrigued me, and I would have been more interested in him if he wasn't playing the role of someone incredibly threatening right now.
"You are under my care, and will respect me." I gave him a look of disgust.
"Let me out." I said evenly. He lowered his head to my face and with one hand pushed me against the door. He touched his lips to mine, fear overcame any type of romance that could have been stirred by the action. I pulled the vase up between his arms and smashed it up his face and shoved him away. The vase broke on his face and shattered across the floor. He swore and held his face. I kicked him across the face sending him to the floor. There were voices outside as the door was broken down and three men rushed in. The light from the hallway almost blinded me, before they could react to the situation I ran through them and down the hall, the oversized nightshirt billowing behind me. My strong legs carried me through the halls as I ran past servants and other guards. I didn't know where I was going, I just knew that they were following me. I finally got into a large room, filled with men, my age, some younger, some older. They all stopped as I entered, the room was filled with light and it seemed that they were working out. I stopped, panting and then turned to run out but before I could leave the three guards from the room ran in. I turned and ran for another exit near the wall but the guards quickly made use of the many strong men surrounding her.
"Stop her!" one of them yelled and obediently the nearest boy jumped up from the weight machine he was working on. I was too fast for him and when he got in front of me to block my path I jumped - my entire weight and speed behind me as I lifted my feet and knocked him to the ground. The next boy came after me, and a few others followed realizing I was stronger than I seemed. I got to the exit but it was locked. 'Aw crap.' I thought as I turned to see the four boys surrounding me and the guards catching up behind them. I quickly assessed that I wouldn't be able to fight all of them. One of the guards entered the circle and came toward me cautiously. Out of breath he carefully took my arm, but holding tight. He tried to pull me toward the other entrance but I resisted.
What happened next must have been fate or just bad luck. The door I had been backed up to swung open and another one of the boys came out, this one was wearing heavy armor and must have been in high command. Of course I didn't see all this before I jerked my arm away from the guard with so must force I elbowed this new guys stomach. Nope, it was when I was six inches off the ground, my neck being strangled by this enraged boy that I noticed it. I struggled for air as my feet flailed along the ground. Apparently he had doubled over when I elbowed him, and the humiliation he took a little too personally. I started to get scared as the constant lack of oxygen blurred my vision.
"Dilandau!" it was the man from the room. "DILANDAU!" he yelled again and the boy finally dropped me. I gasped for breath and collapsed on the floor. The guards, the boys, Folken and Dilandau all looked down at me in distaste and intrigue.
"What are you looking at?" I asked as I struggled to my feet. Folken just stared at me, I noticed small cuts on his face with blood still fresh and a red mark on the side of his face where I had kicked him. Then I turned my attention to Dilandau, who was seething. I shot him a look, I disliked him the most, and the feeling was most likely mutual. No one had moved as our eyes locked. No one dared. The force he had used on me probably had something to do with his command.
"Who is she?" he finally spoke, hate dripping from his voice. Folken lowered his eyes, resolution in his face.
"None of your damn business, that's who." I answered before Folken could answer. Dilandau had never allowed his stare to wonder off of me, and when I said that his eyes widened. He raised the back of his hand and whipped it across my face. My face swung to the side and I took a step back at the sudden force. I heard a few gasps from some of the boys and then whipped my head back facing him, my cheek red and swollen. "That was a mistake." I said matter-of-factly. I walked up to him but Folken anticipated my move and stood between us, staring down at me. I stepped back, my chest heaving. He grabbed me by the arm, this time I didn't object and let him lead me to my room – or at least the one that I had woken up to that morning.
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I sat alone in the room for the rest of the day, food being brought to me, cold, through a crack in the door. I didn't eat. I sat on the bed, knees up to my chest, my arm wrapped around my thighs. I wondered where I was, no one seemed to explain that to me. I wondered where my friends were, I missed Lauren, Claudia, Katie, my best friends. I thought about the snow, the beautiful snow that had fallen. I was always one to notice beauty in nature, that's why I loved being outside. Nothing man-made to break down or malfunction, nothing cold or hard or perfectly square. I don't know why I didn't like it, just – nature was so much better. I started to cry, my heroics today had worn me out, I had never used my ability to fight before in real circumstances, I was scared, I missed my brother.
I remembered my tattoo. I immediately got up and went over to the mirror on the dresser. I leaned over close to it and opened the top of the shirt and saw the little blue and white reminder of my home. I wiped the tears off my cheek and smiled. He wouldn't want me to cry. I remembered when I was fourteen, I had fallen and broken my leg, but never did I shed a tear. He had said he was really proud of me, I hadn't realized until then how much my brothers opinion had meant to me. I really looked up to him. He had always been there for me, even though he was four years older me – a product of my mother's first marriage. I stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, having no will to get away anymore. Just to get some answers.
A thought came into mind as I remembered what I had silently said the Friday last - another world out there, where I could just live and be happy, with tons of hotties and mysteries and snowboarding hills with perfect snowboarding conditions all year round. Was this some kind of sick twisted version of my wish? I had had wishes come true before, but never something to this magnitude. I dismissed the idea and decided I better get some rest.
I lay awake for the rest of the night.