Broken Melody
Chapter 11
Projeter Omega
"I'm just a kid, my life is a nightmare, I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair, nobody cares 'cuz I'm alone in the world, nobody wants to be alone in the world," I'm Just a Kid- Simple Plan
Well, chapter eleven is here! Oh, and all DOA fans should know what Projeter means by know. (Hint: DOA3) I still won't say what. I'm bored and listening to Reel Big Fish right now. Which is why I'm writing, I guess. Thanks to Jo-Ryan Salazar for always reviewing even though NO ONE ELSE DOES.
Standard disclaimers apply.
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A knock on her door in the middle of the night awoke Indigo. She stood beside the bed, leaning heavily on the night table. Staggering over to the door, she opened it cautiously. Outside, waiting nervously, were Maron and Chiaki.
"We need help," Maron whispered, and Indigo nodded and let them in without question.
She sat on her bed, arms crossed over her chest impatiently. Chiaki and Maron stood silently, like hovering ghosts.
"We want to prepare for her next attack," Maron whispered, "And Chiaki just remembered something a demon-girl told him. But we can't figure out what it means, if it means anything," she finished in an even quieter voice.
"Well, what did she say?" Indigo said impatiently.
"'Anger management, Joe,', or something like that," Chiaki said shrugging. Indigo snapped her fingers, and her eyes lit up.
"Could they make it any easier?' she said, and jumped up. She grapped a huge stack of paper and a pencil, and at the top of the first paper wrote 'ANGER MANAGEMENT, JOE' and underlined it. She then drew three lines, and, at the end of those lines, three names: Bruce Willis, Billy Bob Thornton, and Cate Blanchett.
"That quote is from a movie, Bandits, and those are the three stars." She said. She then drew a line under Bruce Willis's name, and, at the end of it, wrote 'DIE HARD'.
"When you think of Bruce Willis, most people think of Die Hard. It's a series of films, really good. So if we go from there, we think of Alan Rickman, his enemy in the first movie," she continued, and drew another line from Die Hard and ended the line with 'ALAN RICKMAN'. Then she drew another line down.
"When you think of Alan Rickman, a few might think of Dogma, but the Catholic church banned that, so let's go with Harry Potter instead." She continued on, and drew yet another line that ended with 'HARRY POTTER'. "But once we get there, we're pretty much dead. Everyone else in those films are nobodies or dead. So, let's move on to Cate Blanchett, and come back to Billy Bob Thornton," she said. "OK, Cate Blanchett, so… Lord of the Rings! She's Galadriel!" she said excitedly, and under Cate Blanchett she drew a line that ended with LOTR.
"Now, we come to lots of people we can follow: Orlando Bloom, Viggo Mortenson, Sean Astin, Billy Boyd, Dominic Monaghan, Liv Tyler, Sean Bean, John Rhys-Davies, Christopher Lee, Sir Ian McKellen, and Hugo Weaving. Let's start with Hugo Weaving and go to… The Matrix. There we get Keanu, go to Speed, get Sandra Bullock, go to Miss Congeniality, get Candice Bergen, go to Sweet Home Alabama, get Reese Witherspoon, go to… Election, get Matthew Broderick, go to Ferris Bueller's Day Off, get Alan Ruck, and we're back to Speed."
She said all this while quickly drawing the lines and names, and how all this popped into her head so suddenly amazed Chiaki and Maron. Indigo sighed.
"I can't think of anymore, so, let's go to Orlando Bloom, the sexiest man alive!" she said this very cheerfully, and went to work again.
"Right, Orlando Bloom, that leads us to Black Hawk Down or Pirates of the Caribbean… let's go with Pirates." She said, and drew the appropriate lines and names.
"Now, there, we have a choice: look into the plot or the actor that got first billing{1}, Johnny Depp, and follow him?" she said to herself. "We'll do both and see what fits."
"Now: the plot. They're pirates, they're cursed. When they step in the moonlight, you see them for what they really are: skeletons. That may be a clue to what we're up against." She said thoughtfully, and wrote that down.
"If we follow Johnny Depp, we get What's Eating Gilbert Grape?, Edward Scissorhands, or Benny and Joon. Let's go with Edward Scissorhands. That leads us to…Winona Ryder or Tim Burton. Let's go with Winona Ryder. That leads us too Mr. Deeds, which leads us to Adam Sandler, which leads us to nothing."
Chiaki and Maron gaped at her as she aligned the numerous pages so the chart looked correct.
"Next, we get Tim Burton… that leads us to… Mars Attacks!, so Pierce Brosnan, Jack Nicholson, Sarah Jessica Parker, or Natalie Portman. Natalie Protman gets us absolutely nowhere, so Jack Nicholson. That gets us to The Shining, which gets us to Stephen King. Now, ther we get so much stuff it's not even funny. We'll take what he's most known for: The Stand, Carrie, Cujo, Christine, Misery, Hearts in Atlantis, It, The Green Mile, Children of the Corn, and Stand By Me."
She tapped her chin thoughtfully for a while. "I guess we can start with The Stand…" she said, trailing off.
"Now, that takes us to Gary Sinse or Laura San Giacomo. Gary Sinse takes us to Forrest Gump. That brings us to Tom Hanks or Robin Wright. Tom Hanks brings us to The Green Mile or Cast Away. We'll go with Cast Away, but there we're kind of dead. So, Laura San Giacomo. That's Quigley Down Under or Pretty Woman. In Pretty Woman, the stars were Julia Roberts and Richard Gere. Richard Gere takes us to Runaway Bride, also with Julia Roberts. They were tryiong to re-create the magic the two of them made on-screen in Pretty Woman."
"Julia Roberts, then…" she trailed off again, thinking. "Either Erin Brokavitch or America's Sweethearts."
"America's Sweethearts is a dead end, so Erin Brokavitch." "Let's see…It's dead until I can look something up. So, let's go to Carrie. It's a movie about this girl whose mom is a religious maniac. She locked Carrie in a closet for ten hours and forced her to pray because she got her period. She thought everything was evil. She was a real nutcase. Anyways, Carrie's a loser with telekinetic powers no one knows about, a popular boy asks her to the dance, she sneaks out, they throw pig blood on her to embarrass her, and she throws a hell of a telekinetic temper tantrum. She ends up killing everyone in town. Can we say PMS?"
"Anyways, the actress we get there is Sissy Spacek. That's if we go with the old one; it was made in 1976, so… yeah. But anyways, she was in Tuck Everlasting but that leads us nowhere. So we can go to Carrie 2:The Rage or the new Carrie. We'll go with the new Carrie,"
"So, Angela Bettis, who was in Girl, Interrupted. That means either Brittany Murphy, Winona Ryder, or Angelina Jolie. Angelina Jolie was in Life or Something Like It, with Edward Burns, which takes us to Saving Private Ryan, so Matt Damon I guess, and then The Bourne Identity, so Julia Stiles and then A Guy Thing, and that means Selma Blair, so Legally Blonde and Luke Wilson, which means Charlie's Angels which is where we have Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore, and Lucy Liu."
She once again tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I think Drew Barrymore, sooooo… ummmm, Riding in Cars with Boys, which takes us to Steve Zahn, and he was in That Thing You Do. I love that movie! Anyways, that gets us Liv Tyler who was also in The Lord of the Rings, as Arwen. Anyways, I guess that means Viggo Mortenson, he played Aragorn, who was her husband by the end of the third book. Let's see here, Viggo Mortenson, Viggo Mortenson… Um, A Perfect Murder, so Gwyenth Paltrow and A View From the Top, with Mike Myers, who was in all the Austin Powers movies. I guess we'll go with Heather Graham instead of Elizabeth Hurley, and then Say it Isn't So and Sally Field in Mrs. Doubtfire with Pierce Brosnan, so Die Another Day I guess, and then Halle Berry, so X-men, Hugh Jackman, to Van Helsing, which comes out in 2004, and David Wenham who was in Moulin Rouge! with Nicole Kidman, who was in Practical Magic with Aidan Quinn in it, and he was in Benny & Joon with Mary Stuart Masterson, and there I do believe we're finished." She said, looking at her chart.
"I don't get where they're trying to lead us, but I think our best finish was Pirates. Can you leave now? I'm tired," she asked them impatiently. The couple nodded, and crept silently off into the hallway, disappearing into the shadows like the master thieves they were. They did not glance back as they hurried out of the near-empty hospital, but if they had, they would have noticed that Indigo was not sleeping.
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Indigo picked up the phone in her room, and took a deep breath. She dialed the number, and heard the long beep that comes from making a long-distance call. The phone on the other line rang three times.
"Come on, Cameron, pick up," she muttered urgently.
"Hello?" a male voice answered sleepily as the phone was finally answered. "Who is this?
"Cameron? This is Indigo," she said quietly but happily.
"Indigo!" he shouted joyously, and she flinched. "Did Antonia tell you anything, because…"
"I don't know, she seemed to think you two were going out," she said as if it were nothing.
He snorted. "I dropped her off so she could see some damn chick flick, and when she called for a ride home, I didn't come." He told her honestly. "So, where are you right now?" he asked her, eager to get off the subject of Antonia.
"Well," she said slowly. "I'm in my dad's hospital," she finished in a small voice.
"Why didn't you call me earlier?" he asked her in shock. "Are you OK? What happened?" he asked all these questions hurriedly and worriedly.
"I didn't call you earlier because my dad doesn't know you exist, and they were there all day and all last night." She told him weakly.
"So, you haven't asked him yet?" he asked her finally.
"No," she said.
"You didn't tell anyone why you agreed to come, did you?" he asked her accusingly.
"I didn't want to!" she said angrily. "I figured I could come, talk to my dad, and come back to you! I didn't see the point. But now things are… complicated." She finished slowly.
"Why are you in a hospital, anyways?" he asked her again.
"I was attacked…" she said, trailing off.
"By?" he asked her in an irritated voice.
"Stupid question," she pointed out.
"Oh," he said after a long pause. "So, you'll be there longer than you expected?" he said, not bothering to even attempt to hide his disappointment.
"Yeah," Indigo replied, not hiding her regret either.
"I could come over to Tokyo if you wanted," he offered after a long, silent moment. "They'd let me go."
"You wouldn't want to," she told him. "Antonia's here."
"I don't care if that bitch is there, I want to be there with you." He said firmly. "Besides, I need to meet your brother."
She snorted. "You don't want to, believe me." He laughed.
Their merriment was cut short as Indigo heard a distant shout from the other line.
"Cameron, where the hell are you, you faggot? Come here before I find you and kick your sorry ass out that door and to the streets where you belong! Is your little slut on the phone with you? Well, I'm glad a girl managed to catch your eye. You're a miracle, Cameron. The first ever walking fruit! You don't belong on the streets, you belong in a gay bar!" his mother screamed at him drunkenly.
"I have to go now," Cameron said sadly. "But I'll be there in three days,"
"Good," Indigo said, then added, "I need you. I think we should tell my dad together."
"Yeah," he said, and after a long pause, he said, "Well, I have to go before my mom sets the house on fire."
"I know," Indigo said. And then they hung up, and she fell back into her bed and instantly was asleep. Though her slumber was nowhere near peaceful; she dreamt of flames and death and destruction. Images of her past came to haunt her, blank, staring faces taunting her and hurting her. She also dreamt of the future of another girl who would shape the fate of the world based on her decision.
But when she awoke, she forgot what she had seen.
Chiaki shifted uneasily in his bed, the cool sheets tangling around his warm skin. He couldn't sleep; there were so many things he was thinking about. He knew there were plenty of things about Indigo that his father, and Indigo herself, were keeping from him. Something about Antonia was bugging him. It was as if he'd seen her before, but he didn't know where. Giving up on sleep, he sat up and thought.
And, far, far from their home in Tokyo, a French boy sat awake, bandaging and nursing the wounds his drunken mother had inflicted upon him.
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Marianna sat in her throne room, drumming her clawed fingers on the bone arm of her throne. Suddenly, two dark shapes appeared out of the shadows, and her black-stained lips spread into an evil smirk.
"Projeter, Omega, so good to see you. I see you've survived." She said as a welcoming, and the two figures stepped forward into the flickering light cast by flames licking at Marianna's feet.
Projeter and Omega were two deadly demons; monsters mutilated and perfected, killing machines. Projeter was shorter than her tall sister, Omega, though just as deadly. Her short red hair was smoothed back, held by a crown of thorns, and her grey, flat eyes stared emptily at her master. She wore knee-high black boots, tight fishnet stockings, and a red silk leotard with a black floaty skirt wrapped delicately around, the bow tied with the hair of one of her enemies. Omega stood tall and silent, her long, black hair twisted into a ponytail that fell from a bun at the top of her head. While her sister looked like some ballet dancer gone mad, Omega looked like a thief. She blended into the shadows easily, in her black vinyl shorts and black shirt that was tied at her shoulders with ribbons woven on a loom made of bones. She wore thigh-high boots, and a patch of her porcelain-white skin was visible between the boots and shorts. She wore satin, elbow-length black gloves, and Projeter wore red wrist-length leather ones. Both carried weapons, though they did not need them, for there were thousands of ways the could kill people without drawing a sword or knife.
Both demons were masters at thievery, killing, Black magic, and they were killers, born and bred. They had been put in dungeons to strengthen them, make them thinner and paler, until the time came when they would be unleashed upon the unsuspecting human world.
"We were summoned," Omega said simply. Projeter never spoke, and Omega said little, though she always spoke her mind. The two reminded Marianna of Hel and Loki, characters of Norse mythology. Loki was so cunning that he almost managed to keep himself from being imprisoned until Ragnorak{2}. In the end, though, Loki was cursed to stay chained up with venom dripping down onto his face. Hel was his daughter, goddess of the underworld. Half of her body was beautiful and perfect; the other half was dying, rotted flesh. She had tricked the other gods into letting her keep a god in her underworld until Ragnorak as well.
"Yes," Marianna said thoughtfully, "I do in fact need you assistance. I need you to wipe out those pathetic kaitous." She ordered them. Omega said what she was thinking.
"Consider it done,"
And with that, the two walked out of the room, and Marianna decided to think up different people they resembled; people or characters who came to better ends.
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Omega and Projeter leaped silently across rooftops, despite their heeled boots. Suddenly, Omega stopped, her long legs pausing as she sniffed, much like a tracking dog. She held out her gloved arm, stopping her sister.
"I smell a change in the breeze," she said softly, "Dawn approaches." Projeter simply nodded, snapped her long, elegant fingers. She disappeared in a cloud of poisonous grey smoke, and, after a moment's hesitation, her sister did the same. For dawn brought the sunlight, and sunlight brought their doom.
And unlike phoenixes, they could not rise from their ashes.
They reappeared in the dark cave they had been banished to; they had grown accustomed to it over the centuries, and the only changes made were Marianna would send them food, and their crystal balls were returned to them. Actually, they were balls made of black pearl, but the correct spell could put them to good use; they could watch any human, any time. Yes, they were quite useful. Though Projeter usually used hers to spy on enemies, Omega used hers to spy on someone else. And, unbeknownst to anyone but herself, she spent long hours while her sister rested, staring at that special someone through the black pearl ball.
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Indigo awoke in the morning to the sounds of doctors and nurses rushing to complete their duties. She yawned and stretched, picking up her sketchpad that had fallen to the floor. On a blank page, she sketched and colored a picture of an angel. He was very pale, with dark hair and sad blue eyes framed with red-tinted lashes. He was sitting at a school desk, reading, his facial structure perfect and elegant, his eyes mostly closed, perfectly shaped lips set in an eternal shape, mouthing a word. Only one with a great eye for detail would notice that the word he was mouthing was 'love'. Then she added the background; other desks with bland people; brown hair and brown eyes, average face shape, somewhat attractive people, all of them taunting the angel with smirks on their face. All of them, except one, a blonde girl with equally sad green eyes with glasses, who stood silent as the angel ignored the others, looking at him with an expression of pure longing on her face.
She looked at the picture, wondering where the inspiration had come from. Without hesitation, she added a teardrop falling down the blond girl's cheek. It only seemed fitting, after all. Then she put her art materials away and sat down to do another long day of thinking.
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Grr, this is short and late. I've been thrown off schedule. Bah, damn you Jerkman, you and your perfect eyes.
{1}First billing, second billing, or third billing applies to the order in which actors' names show up on-screen in the opening and/or closing titles. For example: Pirates of the Caribbean. Johnny Depp got first billing, because his name shows up first. Orlando Bloom(sexy man!) got third billing, and so on and so forth.
{2}Ragnorak is event in Norse mythology in which the world is shaken up and a whole bunch of other crap happens and the world is destroyed and then re-made. Loki will be freed, as will whatever god Hel trapped and all this other junk. I can't remember all of it, I'm thinking of doing parts of this story that are connected to Norse gods and goddesses.
BTW, the picture Indigo drew is something that I guess takes place in my calss. I am the crying girl, and Jerkman is the angel. He has been occupying most of my waking and sleeping thoughts recently. Damnit. But, anyways, please review.
I'm going to go and try not to be sick anymore. How could I get sick? I probably got it from school, that place is like a giant germpool.
-Knife thrower
