Now I need to do this thing. Since the last chapter there has been a lapse
in time about Two monthes. Leena is in a small town where everyone wants to
be a zoid pilot. The guy his name is Saylas and he is three years younger
that leena mot that that matters to her. wink,wink He is a twin. His
brothers name id Smyth and he had a sister named Monica. Yes I have pulled
this caracter out of my ass so I own him- ME! SAYLAS IS MINE!!
enter ch. nine
Frozen Soldier
I used to be an angel, then god condemned me. He sold me for stock in your demented game. He used me as a barreling chip in a game he knew he couldn't win.
My darkness. Something I run from. Something I cannot control, cannot understand. Become for me what I cannot see. To blind myself in a ray of light. To hold my head up to the highest height. Try to understand these things I do. Only to fall so far form true. I want these things to be undone for them to be foreseen. So I do not fall so far from you.
The tears run free. To where I do not care. They run from me to you or what they are. Tell the tales of where we came and make all them begin again.
"Leena," He walks into the room.
"Thought I told you to go away?"
"You did."
"So why are you still here?"
"Because if I wasn't here you'd be dead. You wouldn't have been able to tell me to go away," He says with a cocky smile. I sit up and put my feet on the floor. I look up at the man in front of me.
"Rodger, honestly how many are times are you going to use that stupid excuse. Just say because you're living in my house!" He laughs and sits down next to me.
"Three weeks."
"Oh god."
"It's getting longer."
"I can tell skippy! I still know time and, well, every thing I did the last time I was awake!" he looks over at me.
"I don't really understand you Leena." I look over and he looks away.
"What do you mean?"
"You show up here almost two month ago now and you are never awake for more than a couple day then you hibernate for weeks at a time!"
"And? What's wrong with that?"
"It's not normal!" I nod.
"And your point is?" He looks over at me with utter amazement.
"I don't even know your last name." I stare back.
"You don't need to," I take a drink of the water he had handed me, "That's all. You just don't need to." I look out of the large window in front of me. The outside is covered with trees and I can hear the bird's chirping. This is where we run to, nowhere.
"What time is it," I ask.
"Around seventeen hundred, military time." Rodger is an old man with the whitest hair you have ever seen. He has kind eyes though. I like his eyes. They remind me of him. Maybe that's why I keep the same secrets from them.
"So... Around five o'clock?" He nods and smiles. He stands from the bed and walks over to the door.
"I'll make you something to eat," He stops and looks back into the room, "And Leena. Stay out of trouble." He walks away and his boots stop down the flight of stairs. I don't move where am I supposed to go. I sigh and walk over to the window.
In two months my life has changed. I have a life outside of zoid piloting. That in its self is a change. There is something more to me than the will to fight and I know that now. It has taught me to respect that divide and to cherish it. Because the next time I wake up it may not be there. The things It teaches me are subtle but over time noticeable.
"Leena!" A young boy stands under the window looking up at me. Saylas, "Can you come out and play?" he has a strong accent just like his mother who lives in a village not far from here. I nod and walk quickly over to the dresses on the other side of the room.
Saylas comes around every day even when I'm asleep, just to see if I'm wake to come out and play with him. I get dressed quickly in a pair of loose black pants and a green hoodie shirt. I say good-bye to Rodger and tell him I'll be hungry later and run out the door.
Saylas is waiting outside, "Hey! Rodger OK with you coming out?" I shrug and we start of down the path to the small town. Saylas is a shy, tall boy, and even tough I have three years on him he's still a good foot taller than I am.
We never have to say anything to each other when we walk. It's like we always know what the other person is thinking before they do.
"Did I miss anything?" He shakes his head.
"Not really. Jeremy left for the city. He wants to be a zoid pilot just like the rest!" I laugh. Saylas found zoid piloting stupid and a dream for the hopeless. Obviously I hadn't told him about my past with zoids.
"Anything else?"
"No. Monica woke up for three days. Then she died." I stop walking. Monica was Saylas's sister and I had known that she had gotten pneumonia weeks before I came here.
"Saylas? Your sister is dead and you act like it's nothing." I can only imagine Leon after I left. And dad. I hadn't let myself think about them in a long time.
"I've been crying for the last two weeks Leena. Ma and Pa are acting like me and Smyth are dead and leaving us to pick food out of the garbage." A voice rings in my head.
"You've said this before."
"Yeah." He walks ahead of me and I run to catch up.
"Why didn't you tell Rodger? He would have helped you."
"Like he helped you? I couldn't do that. Not to you or him. He has a hard enough time keeping just you alive, he doesn't need me and Smyth breathing down his neck." I walk up next to him and put my arm through his so he can't run off.
"Rodger wouldn't care and I eat hardly any thing with my stomach this full of gunk. I haven't eaten in a long time!"
"You don't need to tell me!"
"You've been there every day haven't you?" He nods.
"Like always." I feel sad suddenly. He waits so long for me to wake up and lives alone while I sleep.
"You need to talk to them Saylas," he looks over at me, sad.
"I can't Leena. I can barely look at them anymore." Saylas is a natural shy person. Except when he's around me he never talks to anyone. Not even his twin brother, Smyth.
"They think you just can't talk. Only Rodger and me know that! And they don't listen to us. Why would they? A senile old mean and a girl who is literally sleeping her life away! Saylas listen to me." He looks away and pulls away his arm. I stop walking and he keeps going.
When he disappears from sight I follow him, "Saylas?" He stands next to the stream, with rocks in his hand that he is throwing needlessly into the water. I walk up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder and my head on his back.
"I try, Leena," he says throwing another rock. It skips over the surface, "But they turn their backs and talking to them seems pointless when they don't listen."
"Make then listen," I say from where my head lays on his back with the other arm wrapping around his waist. I listen to his breathing. He makes me listen. He turns around and I lift my head up.
"Where did you come from? And why did they let you go?"
"They didn't know I left until I was gone." He looks down at me and I look up at him.
"That's the first time you've said anything about where you came from."
"I know."
"Why?"
"Because you asked." He smiles and wraps his arms around my waist. I lay my head on his chest and listen to him breath.
"Are you going to go back?"
"I don't know. If I have to."
"What if the people you knew found you here? Would you go back with them?"
"Would you want me to?"
"NO!" I laugh and look up at him. He laughs and looks out at the water, "You seem like a part of this place now. It wouldn't be the same if you left."
"Saylas," he looks down, "What if they came while I was asleep? And you met them what would you do?"
"Lie. And say you weren't here!"
"But if they really did?"
"I'd tell them and let you go if I had to. This isn't where you're from, but you still belong here." He smiles and looks back over the water.
"Saylas," He looks back down, "If they came. You'd know. Who they are I mean. They're like me."
"I know Leena. They're free."
enter ch. nine
Frozen Soldier
I used to be an angel, then god condemned me. He sold me for stock in your demented game. He used me as a barreling chip in a game he knew he couldn't win.
My darkness. Something I run from. Something I cannot control, cannot understand. Become for me what I cannot see. To blind myself in a ray of light. To hold my head up to the highest height. Try to understand these things I do. Only to fall so far form true. I want these things to be undone for them to be foreseen. So I do not fall so far from you.
The tears run free. To where I do not care. They run from me to you or what they are. Tell the tales of where we came and make all them begin again.
"Leena," He walks into the room.
"Thought I told you to go away?"
"You did."
"So why are you still here?"
"Because if I wasn't here you'd be dead. You wouldn't have been able to tell me to go away," He says with a cocky smile. I sit up and put my feet on the floor. I look up at the man in front of me.
"Rodger, honestly how many are times are you going to use that stupid excuse. Just say because you're living in my house!" He laughs and sits down next to me.
"Three weeks."
"Oh god."
"It's getting longer."
"I can tell skippy! I still know time and, well, every thing I did the last time I was awake!" he looks over at me.
"I don't really understand you Leena." I look over and he looks away.
"What do you mean?"
"You show up here almost two month ago now and you are never awake for more than a couple day then you hibernate for weeks at a time!"
"And? What's wrong with that?"
"It's not normal!" I nod.
"And your point is?" He looks over at me with utter amazement.
"I don't even know your last name." I stare back.
"You don't need to," I take a drink of the water he had handed me, "That's all. You just don't need to." I look out of the large window in front of me. The outside is covered with trees and I can hear the bird's chirping. This is where we run to, nowhere.
"What time is it," I ask.
"Around seventeen hundred, military time." Rodger is an old man with the whitest hair you have ever seen. He has kind eyes though. I like his eyes. They remind me of him. Maybe that's why I keep the same secrets from them.
"So... Around five o'clock?" He nods and smiles. He stands from the bed and walks over to the door.
"I'll make you something to eat," He stops and looks back into the room, "And Leena. Stay out of trouble." He walks away and his boots stop down the flight of stairs. I don't move where am I supposed to go. I sigh and walk over to the window.
In two months my life has changed. I have a life outside of zoid piloting. That in its self is a change. There is something more to me than the will to fight and I know that now. It has taught me to respect that divide and to cherish it. Because the next time I wake up it may not be there. The things It teaches me are subtle but over time noticeable.
"Leena!" A young boy stands under the window looking up at me. Saylas, "Can you come out and play?" he has a strong accent just like his mother who lives in a village not far from here. I nod and walk quickly over to the dresses on the other side of the room.
Saylas comes around every day even when I'm asleep, just to see if I'm wake to come out and play with him. I get dressed quickly in a pair of loose black pants and a green hoodie shirt. I say good-bye to Rodger and tell him I'll be hungry later and run out the door.
Saylas is waiting outside, "Hey! Rodger OK with you coming out?" I shrug and we start of down the path to the small town. Saylas is a shy, tall boy, and even tough I have three years on him he's still a good foot taller than I am.
We never have to say anything to each other when we walk. It's like we always know what the other person is thinking before they do.
"Did I miss anything?" He shakes his head.
"Not really. Jeremy left for the city. He wants to be a zoid pilot just like the rest!" I laugh. Saylas found zoid piloting stupid and a dream for the hopeless. Obviously I hadn't told him about my past with zoids.
"Anything else?"
"No. Monica woke up for three days. Then she died." I stop walking. Monica was Saylas's sister and I had known that she had gotten pneumonia weeks before I came here.
"Saylas? Your sister is dead and you act like it's nothing." I can only imagine Leon after I left. And dad. I hadn't let myself think about them in a long time.
"I've been crying for the last two weeks Leena. Ma and Pa are acting like me and Smyth are dead and leaving us to pick food out of the garbage." A voice rings in my head.
"You've said this before."
"Yeah." He walks ahead of me and I run to catch up.
"Why didn't you tell Rodger? He would have helped you."
"Like he helped you? I couldn't do that. Not to you or him. He has a hard enough time keeping just you alive, he doesn't need me and Smyth breathing down his neck." I walk up next to him and put my arm through his so he can't run off.
"Rodger wouldn't care and I eat hardly any thing with my stomach this full of gunk. I haven't eaten in a long time!"
"You don't need to tell me!"
"You've been there every day haven't you?" He nods.
"Like always." I feel sad suddenly. He waits so long for me to wake up and lives alone while I sleep.
"You need to talk to them Saylas," he looks over at me, sad.
"I can't Leena. I can barely look at them anymore." Saylas is a natural shy person. Except when he's around me he never talks to anyone. Not even his twin brother, Smyth.
"They think you just can't talk. Only Rodger and me know that! And they don't listen to us. Why would they? A senile old mean and a girl who is literally sleeping her life away! Saylas listen to me." He looks away and pulls away his arm. I stop walking and he keeps going.
When he disappears from sight I follow him, "Saylas?" He stands next to the stream, with rocks in his hand that he is throwing needlessly into the water. I walk up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder and my head on his back.
"I try, Leena," he says throwing another rock. It skips over the surface, "But they turn their backs and talking to them seems pointless when they don't listen."
"Make then listen," I say from where my head lays on his back with the other arm wrapping around his waist. I listen to his breathing. He makes me listen. He turns around and I lift my head up.
"Where did you come from? And why did they let you go?"
"They didn't know I left until I was gone." He looks down at me and I look up at him.
"That's the first time you've said anything about where you came from."
"I know."
"Why?"
"Because you asked." He smiles and wraps his arms around my waist. I lay my head on his chest and listen to him breath.
"Are you going to go back?"
"I don't know. If I have to."
"What if the people you knew found you here? Would you go back with them?"
"Would you want me to?"
"NO!" I laugh and look up at him. He laughs and looks out at the water, "You seem like a part of this place now. It wouldn't be the same if you left."
"Saylas," he looks down, "What if they came while I was asleep? And you met them what would you do?"
"Lie. And say you weren't here!"
"But if they really did?"
"I'd tell them and let you go if I had to. This isn't where you're from, but you still belong here." He smiles and looks back over the water.
"Saylas," He looks back down, "If they came. You'd know. Who they are I mean. They're like me."
"I know Leena. They're free."