This is the next chapter. I am finally getting the hang of adding on chapters without screwing up the order ofthe chapters. Enjoy this next installment. PS itsa bit evil and talks about rape..... people die in this chappie:'(
Christpoher Alejandro Sanchez
"I wondered when you were going to wake up Sonya Marie Flint." A voice rang out in her room.
Sonya looked up and saw Christopher sitting on her bed. She stared in amazement that he wasn't a shadow. But only she saw him earlier today. 'He must be a shadow. It's…'
"You know that I am a shadow but I can take a solid form around you. Yes, I can read your thoughts and everything. I came to you. When you were a child, I saw you for what you were. You are special Sonya, there is also the fact that when you grew up so did I. We are connected by a special bond created by God. He saw that you were special and so did I. I saw you for what you were a person who can help ghosts find peace within them selves and go to heaven. Also you are representation of my self when I was young. I was rambunctious and my friends were wild I never knew what was going to happen next. Just like your friends. I miss my human life so much… I wish that I could love again like I once did. But it is a fool's errand to dream that way. I'm sorry Sonya. I never really introduced myself to you. I probably instead of talking this entire time, I should show you what my life was like when I was a child." He spoke blushing as he spoke.
With a wink he took Sonya's hand and held her close to his body. His wings appeared
And enclosed the two as a strong wind blew around them. As it blew around the two ages passed in seconds. People were born and died in a matter of minutes. After what seemed hours they arrived in Barcelona, Spain in the year of 1450.
There was a small teenager running on a beach toward the crystal water, sun shining on his face, sandy hair pushed back by wind. You cold see that he was well in shape since he had only a pair of brown cotton pants. The girl who followed him looked exactly like him with waist length blonde hair followed him as well as two older people behind them. The boy was waist deep in the warm water when his mother shouted to him.
"Cristobal! No vaya a lejos fuera."(Christopher! Don't go too far out.)
He replied into the wind but his mother wasn't amused with his response. She wanted to keep her son and daughter safe not matter the cost. She knew that slavers thrived on the young and healthy ones and they would put up a great fight to get what they wanted. She shivered at the thought of losing her beloved children of her husband as well. Her husband came and put a comforting arm around his wife. He too dreaded the thought of losing the children for he was once enslaved by the slaver and hoped that his children would never have go through the pain and suffering he did. I was one of the many reasons that he carried his cutlass where ever he went. HE did it only for the protection of his children and pregnant wife.
"Come on Marie… the water is great…unless you are too frightened to get a little water on you." Christopher taunted the girl on the shore
"Frightened? Frightened? You ask if I am frightened. I believe it was you who didn't want to come here remember." She replied as she ran into the water her dress trailing in the water.
The two tackled each other and splashed around in the water. It didn't matter if Marie's dress got we they were brother and sister, not to mention twins. They had been with each other everyday of their lives, they shared a room together, and the bath sometimes. Their father yelled out to them and they made their way back to shore. Once out of the water, they were shivering even though it was a warm summer day. Marie's dress was plastered to her small but muscular frame and Christopher's pants were stuck to his muscular legs his hair plastered to his pace creating a shadowed look. Their father covered the shiver twins in a blanket as they made their way back to their house. Darkness began to fall as the small family began to reach their small cottage. Little did they know that they were being followed by the very people their parents were trying to protect them from? The slavers.
Finally everyone had fallen asleep, with the exception of the twins. They were always looking for new ways to get in trouble. They made sure that their parents were sleeping before they went into the cellar. They ate a few dried apples and picked up their sword that their father had made for them. They fought against each other, pretending to be pirates. The clanging and banging of the sword fight resonated throughout the house. Then the two heard a loud banging at the front door. The two kept their swords unsheathed as they crept up the cellar stairs. Christopher went up first and they watched what was going on outside the cellar door through the cracks in the door.
Their mother and father were already wake and silently coming down the stairs. Rough voices were echoing through the house. Their father had his two swords in his hands and a cutlass at his side. Their mother stayed in the background to protect her unborn child but still was equipped with a set of razor sharp daggers and a spear. Then the door broke down showering the floor with splinters. Men with matted greasy hair enter their home. Their father fought with the strength of 20 men and with each spin of his blade he took a man down. No one was getting any further than the door. Then one man entered with out him knowing. The man snuck behind him and once the mother saw she screamed but it was too late. The man thrust his sword into his father from behind. Blood was spilt all over the floor. Their father grasped wide eyed as he looked down and saw the bloody blade protruding from his body. HE turned toward his wife and then to the cellar door. Then he made a sickening gurgling sound as a blood bubble burst on his lips spurted out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground dead. Marie gasped and started to sob but Christopher tried to muffle the sound but it was too late. The men were advancing on the door and their mother. They weren't going to kill her because she was with child; they were going to keep her for the child and other uses. The door swung open and light flooded into the cellar. A man grabbed Christopher by his throat and another got Marie by her hair. The man who held Christopher held him above his head inspecting him. The man was suffocating him as he thrashed around trying to get a breath of air as black dotted his vision. He saw his mother with a dagger at her throat and a man holding his sister with her arms behind her back. He stopped struggling and the man let him go. HE dropped to the floor hard pain ran up and down his back. Another man came up with rough ropes and roughly tied Christopher's hands behind his back. When ever he moved the ropes cut his wrists. The man did the same to his sister but was gentle around his mother for she was with child. Marie was thrown roughly beside Christopher. There was fear in her eyes as she looked at him. He smiled and she was more at ease.
Another man came and inspected the twins and their mother. Seeing that she was with child; he looked at her and winked and slicked back his greasy hair. He summoned to men and left while they took her out of the house screaming for her children. Another man then came over and knelt before Marie and Christopher. He looked at Marie with desire, desire for cruel things. He then ran his fingers through her silky hair. She flinched as his hand then caressed her smooth cheek. Christopher made a move to stop him but a boot landed hard on his back forcing him to stay on his knees. The man then walked behind her placed one large hand on her shoulder and pressed hard on her shoulder; a pressure point. With a weak cry she collapsed to the floor. Christopher cried out her name as her head hit the floor but the man on top of him blocked any movement he tried to make. Two more men came into their house and took Marie out to who knows where. Then the man on top of him released him. Christopher sat up and looked at the man who had done all of this. His eyes were filled with the fire of malice and the need for revenge. Christopher spat on the man's boots as he came toward him. He received a cuff in the head for doing that. Then the man came to eyes level with Christopher.
"Now kid…you don't want anything to happen to you sister or mother do ya? NO well than listen up. Come with us without a fight and you won't get hurt. Ya savy? Or we can make it for ya and knock ya out. Either way is fine for me. It's your choice kid… are you gonna be a good boy and come quietly or what?" the mans voice was rough and gravely.
"Knock me out for all I care just as long as my mother and sister aren't hurt. You can do anything to me just don't hurt them." As he said this he knew he was going to regret it.
The last thing he remembered was the hilt of a sword coming toward him. He knew no more. The image swirled to a plantation some where in Spain in the middle of nowhere.
Marie was wearing nothing more than a short skirt and a large piece of cloth wrapped around her upper body. She was breaking up the dirt around the plants so that Christopher could pick up the weeds. Christopher was wearing a pair of pants and nothing else. Their mother was in the large white house on the hill in labor. Everything was quiet except for the occasional piercing cry of their mother. Then they would send a worried look toward the house and keep working. If they didn't work they would get whipped. Christopher was beaten twice for trying to talk back his back was now covered in welts and rope-like scars that would be there forever. A young maiden came running out of the house towards the two working in the field. She told them that their mother wanted them to be with her as she delivered her baby not matter what the owner thought. They followed the girl into the house to where their mother was delivering.
She was all pale and sweaty. Her hands were clenched in pain as well as her face. When she saw the twins she relaxed a little. Then her face pinched in sudden massive wave of pain and she let out a petrifying scream. Then right after that an infant's cry pierced the silence. Another baby was born into the Sanchez family. Their mother was bleeding profoundly and it couldn't be stopped. But the baby was a baby boy so they named him Alejandro after his father and big brother's second first name. The twins were pushed out of the room and sent back o work in the fields. They were overjoyed at the birth of their little brother but they were also concerned about their mother bleeding so badly. They put off the idea and began to work again. The day dragged on and soon it was night time. They went and bathed as well as ate some food. Them they wandered to their hut in which they were to stay in. A visitor awaited them there with some grim news. Their mother had died because she had bled too much but the child was still alive and was going to be taken care of by the master. He would not be a slave and would never know where he came from…it was for his own good. Then the visitor left. They fell asleep in disbelief as their lives went from bad to worse.
Days, weeks, and months passed. Little Alejandro grew up fast. He looked exactly like Christopher and had his mothers deep blue eyes. But the twins stayed as far away from his as possible because he brought back the memories of the visitor, and the dreadful news. One day the impossible would happen.
Marie and Christopher were summoned to master's quarters. Christopher was asked to say outside the door while he talked to Marie privately and then he would talk to him. He didn't trust the man so he kept his ear to the door and what he heard greatly disturbed him. He heard his sister repeat no to the man and then he heard her scream. "Please...no…NO!!" she screamed. Then he heard a loud thud and moaning and groaning, more pleas to stop. He finally realized what was happening to his sister. He then broke the door down and stood shocked at what he saw. The master was raping his twin sister; he was practically raping him in a way. A wave of rage flew over Christopher and he ran toward the man. He knocked him off Marie and told her to run. She did after she wiped her tears away and collected her clothes and put them on but she stayed outside the door to watch what was going on. The master and Christopher were fist fighting each were taking and receiving blows to their bodies. The work given to him had strengthened Christopher so he had an advantage. Then the master threw Christopher onto the ground and then picked him up and threw him at the wall. Pictures fell off the wall as Christopher tried to regain balance. The master drew out a dagger and ran at Christopher who was clutching his side. It went right under a rib close to his heart. The man jerked the dagger and wrenched it out of Christopher body. Marie ran to her dying twin's side and caressed his wet hair and face. She tried to stop the blood but it was all in vain. The last thing he heard before he died was Marie telling him to wait for her at the gates of heaven and the Master telling her that she was now his, and that is was Christopher's fault that he didn't obey what he told him to do. Crying Marie left Christopher's motionless body. His emotionless gray eyes still open in shock just like their father when he was killed.
The wind took them back to Sonya's room where she collapsed onto her bed still in shock from the trip and what she had seen. Christopher placed a hand on her shoulder and then placed both arms around her. Sonya had started sobbing hysterically onto his chest. The reason she was crying was for both her and Chris. She had almost been raped as a child by her father, beaten and had seen her father be killed in front of her. But she felt bad because Chris' life was much worse than her own and she could sadly relate to his nightmarish life. At least she knew she had someone to talk to and someone who felt the same way as she did. Maybe then she could actually love someone. Maybe. Between sobs she yawned and began to slowly fall towards sleep welcoming door. Within minutes she was sleeping on Christopher's shoulder. Gently he placed her head on the pillows and covered her with blankets. He then went to a dark corner of her room and walked into the wall.
So that was Christopher. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and sorry for the cliffie. Chapters are still coming. Keep reviewing for me.
