Yin-yang
Hey. Welcome to another exciting chapter of Yin-yang. This chapter will explain about what
happened between Eric and Kate and will also reveal Kate's reason for learning Karate. But before
we begin I want to ask something. Did anyone other than me have a good Christmas? I know I did! I
got a great haul this year. I got:
True crime: the streets of LA
T.H.U.G (Tony Hawks underground)
Terminator 3 The game
Nightmare on Elm ST. Box set
18" Jason Voorhees statue
Electric guitar and a whole bunch of other goodies. I'm not trying to gloat. I just thought I'd share
my winnings.
I also need some good song suggestions. I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel. Remember it
has to be Rock.
Also, my new story, Project: Exodus, is out and about you should go check that out and look
at the reviews page for this story to see a funny little note. Go see. I'll wait. Done? Alright then let's
go!
The next day was pretty moist with promise of more rain on the way. Thankfully, the karate
class was inside. Eric had at one time loved the rain. But since the murder, he hated it. It was raining
in the alley. It was raining at the funeral. And it was raining when he severed ties with Kate Sanders.
He remembered it clearly...
3 years ago...
Eric was sitting on a cold, hard, concrete bench. He hadn't moved an inch since he sat there
an hour ago. If you glanced in his direction, you would have thought he was a statue. The rain
poured on him like he was part of the bench. He didn't care. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't
raining. Then an absurd thought hit him. 'It's like a movie.' (A/N any one who watches a movie like
I do, will get the joke.) He just sat there and stared at the ground wishing this had never happened.
He then saw a shadow fall across the ground in front of him. Acting on hardened reflex, he jerked
around into fighting stance, scaring his older cousin Kate.
"Hi."
"Hey."
"Eric, are you ok?"
"I saw my mother raped and murdered in front of my own eyes and I couldn't stop it. I just
saw her in her casket. I just saw her being buried. Yeah. I'm just peachy."
"You don't have to bite my head off you know. I'm just trying to help."
"Well, you suck at it."
"Well' at least I still have a mother "
She never finished the sentence, as an open palmed hand had just made contact with her face.
Eric had slapped her.
Don't you rub the fact that you still have a mom in my face. Leave me alone." His words
were filled with such hate that he saw her shrink away from him. He felt like his insides were
collapsing. He didn't want this life. He wanted the life with his mother. He wanted to be able to talk
to her when he needed it. He wanted everything that was associated with having a mom. But he
couldn't. He wanted to do something, anything that would reverse this terrible string of events and
have his mom come back. But the only thing he could do was run. So he ran. And as he did, he knew
Kate was yelling something at him, but he couldn't hear it. Had he, they would still be friends. But
he never did.
On the other side of town, Kate was thinking along the same lines. She too was remembering
that day in the cemetery. But her memories were different because she remembered the last thing she
had said, that Eric had never heard. " But at least yours can watch over you forever." She had
intended it to cheer him up. But instead, it only made things worse. Eric never spoke with her again
except at the class yesterday, and that wasn't a lot. Then he woke up. Kate's step-dad, Kevin had
just woken up from his drunken stupor and was sluggishly yelling for a beer. Kevin was by far the
worst step-dad ever. He was a drinker, smoker, womanizer, druggie, and abuser. He was always
beating up Kate and her mom relentlessly. He was the reason that Kate wanted to learn karate. Kate
never told her friends about Kevin being a bad step-father. They just knew that he married her mom
and was living with the family. His income came from the drugs he sold and people he mugged. He
was the epitome of evil. Kate knew that it was time to go out, when he got up. So she got her things
and left.
Later that day, Eric got together all the things he would need to teach karate. His weapons,
weights, books, and other things were jammed into a big box, and hauled out to Angela's car. After
some struggling with the box, they got in and left for the school. He had told the principle that he
would be using the gym for the class, if he had her permission. He did, and was given an extra key to
the gym. When he got there, he proceeded to set up. He set out the weights and weapons, placed the
books on the table he had set up, and finally he got out the spare karate-gi uniforms he bought from
the local martial arts store. When all was ready at 2:30, he passed the remaining half-hour by
stretching and lifting.
Kate was the first to arrive at the gym. She was wearing the loose clothing that Eric had told
them all to wear. When she walked in, went straight to Eric and did what she had planned to do
since yesterday.
"Eric, we need to talk."
"Not now Kate."
"Yes, now."
He got up off the floor.
"Alright. What?"
"Do you remember that day, 3 years ago, in the cemetery, where I said that at least I still
have a mom?"
"Yeah, how could I forget."
"Well, you never let me finish."
"Oh, did I?"
"No."
"Well, what were you going to say?"
"Well, at least I still have a mother, but yours can watch over you forever."
Eric looked at her with his most analyzing look yet. Kate couldn't tell what he was thinking
because his face was so neutral. She was about to say something, when the rest of the class came in.
"Kate, on many ways I forgive you. But I still don't trust you fully. Remember that."
And with that he walked towards the front and began talking. Kate felt like a weight had
been lifted. She continued with the class and went to sleep that night with a smile. He didn't fully
trust her. But at least he understood what she meant.
Wow. Two chapters for two different stories in one day. A new record for me. Well, I hope
your enjoying the story. Tell me what you think by reviewing. And don't forget to check out my
other story, Project: Exodus. Till next time... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
Hey. Welcome to another exciting chapter of Yin-yang. This chapter will explain about what
happened between Eric and Kate and will also reveal Kate's reason for learning Karate. But before
we begin I want to ask something. Did anyone other than me have a good Christmas? I know I did! I
got a great haul this year. I got:
True crime: the streets of LA
T.H.U.G (Tony Hawks underground)
Terminator 3 The game
Nightmare on Elm ST. Box set
18" Jason Voorhees statue
Electric guitar and a whole bunch of other goodies. I'm not trying to gloat. I just thought I'd share
my winnings.
I also need some good song suggestions. I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel. Remember it
has to be Rock.
Also, my new story, Project: Exodus, is out and about you should go check that out and look
at the reviews page for this story to see a funny little note. Go see. I'll wait. Done? Alright then let's
go!
The next day was pretty moist with promise of more rain on the way. Thankfully, the karate
class was inside. Eric had at one time loved the rain. But since the murder, he hated it. It was raining
in the alley. It was raining at the funeral. And it was raining when he severed ties with Kate Sanders.
He remembered it clearly...
3 years ago...
Eric was sitting on a cold, hard, concrete bench. He hadn't moved an inch since he sat there
an hour ago. If you glanced in his direction, you would have thought he was a statue. The rain
poured on him like he was part of the bench. He didn't care. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't
raining. Then an absurd thought hit him. 'It's like a movie.' (A/N any one who watches a movie like
I do, will get the joke.) He just sat there and stared at the ground wishing this had never happened.
He then saw a shadow fall across the ground in front of him. Acting on hardened reflex, he jerked
around into fighting stance, scaring his older cousin Kate.
"Hi."
"Hey."
"Eric, are you ok?"
"I saw my mother raped and murdered in front of my own eyes and I couldn't stop it. I just
saw her in her casket. I just saw her being buried. Yeah. I'm just peachy."
"You don't have to bite my head off you know. I'm just trying to help."
"Well, you suck at it."
"Well' at least I still have a mother "
She never finished the sentence, as an open palmed hand had just made contact with her face.
Eric had slapped her.
Don't you rub the fact that you still have a mom in my face. Leave me alone." His words
were filled with such hate that he saw her shrink away from him. He felt like his insides were
collapsing. He didn't want this life. He wanted the life with his mother. He wanted to be able to talk
to her when he needed it. He wanted everything that was associated with having a mom. But he
couldn't. He wanted to do something, anything that would reverse this terrible string of events and
have his mom come back. But the only thing he could do was run. So he ran. And as he did, he knew
Kate was yelling something at him, but he couldn't hear it. Had he, they would still be friends. But
he never did.
On the other side of town, Kate was thinking along the same lines. She too was remembering
that day in the cemetery. But her memories were different because she remembered the last thing she
had said, that Eric had never heard. " But at least yours can watch over you forever." She had
intended it to cheer him up. But instead, it only made things worse. Eric never spoke with her again
except at the class yesterday, and that wasn't a lot. Then he woke up. Kate's step-dad, Kevin had
just woken up from his drunken stupor and was sluggishly yelling for a beer. Kevin was by far the
worst step-dad ever. He was a drinker, smoker, womanizer, druggie, and abuser. He was always
beating up Kate and her mom relentlessly. He was the reason that Kate wanted to learn karate. Kate
never told her friends about Kevin being a bad step-father. They just knew that he married her mom
and was living with the family. His income came from the drugs he sold and people he mugged. He
was the epitome of evil. Kate knew that it was time to go out, when he got up. So she got her things
and left.
Later that day, Eric got together all the things he would need to teach karate. His weapons,
weights, books, and other things were jammed into a big box, and hauled out to Angela's car. After
some struggling with the box, they got in and left for the school. He had told the principle that he
would be using the gym for the class, if he had her permission. He did, and was given an extra key to
the gym. When he got there, he proceeded to set up. He set out the weights and weapons, placed the
books on the table he had set up, and finally he got out the spare karate-gi uniforms he bought from
the local martial arts store. When all was ready at 2:30, he passed the remaining half-hour by
stretching and lifting.
Kate was the first to arrive at the gym. She was wearing the loose clothing that Eric had told
them all to wear. When she walked in, went straight to Eric and did what she had planned to do
since yesterday.
"Eric, we need to talk."
"Not now Kate."
"Yes, now."
He got up off the floor.
"Alright. What?"
"Do you remember that day, 3 years ago, in the cemetery, where I said that at least I still
have a mom?"
"Yeah, how could I forget."
"Well, you never let me finish."
"Oh, did I?"
"No."
"Well, what were you going to say?"
"Well, at least I still have a mother, but yours can watch over you forever."
Eric looked at her with his most analyzing look yet. Kate couldn't tell what he was thinking
because his face was so neutral. She was about to say something, when the rest of the class came in.
"Kate, on many ways I forgive you. But I still don't trust you fully. Remember that."
And with that he walked towards the front and began talking. Kate felt like a weight had
been lifted. She continued with the class and went to sleep that night with a smile. He didn't fully
trust her. But at least he understood what she meant.
Wow. Two chapters for two different stories in one day. A new record for me. Well, I hope
your enjoying the story. Tell me what you think by reviewing. And don't forget to check out my
other story, Project: Exodus. Till next time... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...