Disclaimer: Same as last chapter. No profit, etc.
Author's
Notes:
The situation is that I moved to a new house and lost my book where I had
written everything down for this story. After that happened, I became so
discouraged I wanted to stop writing this fic
altogether (b/c I had already written so much). But b/c I recently re-read the
reviews I got (which were great), and I re-read my personal bit about despising
authors who drop off the face of the earth- I decided I should keep going. So
here, at 12:10am (Eastern Time), I'm posting what some might call an Interlude
(though it's not really, I just call it that b/c it's so short). I know it's
not much after having not seen anything for eight consecutive months, but it's
all I have at the moment. I'm not going to promise anything this time, but I
will try my hardest to write as far as this story will take me. A real update
should come out soon (as in tomorrow) but here's just a little something to let
you know I'm still alive.
Author: J.A.K
Rating: PG-13/R (I changed it to PG-13 because no real language *or*
situations have made their appearance yet.)
Summary: What would you do if your sister's rapist turned out to be your
soulmate? This is the story of a girl who had to
answer that question.
Elizabeth: Thank You!
Yamino.Tamashii@ntlworld.com: Well… here's what happens next.
Rhiannon:I finally wrote more *cheers*
Redaura: I could say someone set him up, but you'd have to read more to find out for sure.
scrawny asian: Thanks for reviewing and liking the story. They'll meet soon enough.
cm-scribbler0617: Since I just explained what took me so long, I don't think I have to say it again. But personally I'll tell you sorry. Thanks for your review.
Enough of my blabbering...on with the story!
Enjoy!
#chapter 3a#
I dashed out of my single person dorm room, and ran straight into the arms of a safer and more welcoming night. The gentle humming of unidentifiable sounds and echoes of said sounds filled my ears with the symphonic melody of a sweet and serene calm…and for a moment I wondered if I had ever had the dream; if I had ever been bothered by the fabrications of my subconscious mind.
I waited five minutes at the UT station for the next arriving train and gladly stepped onto the E. I glanced around and sat in the furthest seat away from anyone who was occupying space in the car. I leaned the back of my head against the train window, forcing myself to be comfortable and at ease.
I felt my shoulders unwind and unhinge as I began to relax. There was really no one milling around the place at four o'clock in the morning, but I knew there was sure to be some action and some sign of life in Times Square.
Thirty five minutes and one persistent panhandler later, I walked out of the train, across the platform, up the stairs, and into the "livest" borough of the city.
Manhattan was most definitely the place one went to blow of steam. Manhattan was the place where everyone could forget- at least momentarily- any of their problems.
Before I proceed any further with this story, I need to explain right now that prior to meeting him, prior to being led down a path filled with nothing less than absolute confusion, there was what I will always call... 'the beginning of the end'; the beginning of a new structure, a new hierarchy, and most certainly a new era. It was also the end of ignorance, the end of secrecy, and the end of truth.
It was then and there the end of life, and the beginning of death.
An 2: Reviews are greatly appreciated and muchly adored!
