Chapter 2. I like it.
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"Umm...excuse me, but I couldn't help noticing your ticket stub, and this is your stop."
Pamela woke up with a start. When she realized the girl next to her had spoken, she relaxed a little. "Thank you," she mumbled, her voice a combination of British and Irish. She gathered her belongings and trudged off the train. It had been almost a five-hour ride, but she was finally in San Fransiso. She looked at the address on her paper. "Damn," she swore under her breath. It was a two-hour walk to where she was going; she was drowsy, and worst of all she already had a group of boys eyeing her. 'Rape by eyeball.' she thought to herself. She ignored them and began walking. She started to wonder why she bothered looking for her dad. She had a good life. She had straight A's, lots of friends, money, and a bunch of guys who wanted to go out with her. She had been doing great these past few years without her dad, why change it? ' Because it's wrong, that's why. It's wrong for someone to never know their father. I'm going to make it right.' As soon as she finished that righteous thought, it began to rain. She looked around at the deserted streets before screaming at the sky "DAMNIT! Is this supposed to be some kind of sign?" She looked around hopelessly. She wanted to cry. She still had an hour walk, and even when she got there, the information she had might not be accurate. He was a crime lord after all. Why would he stay in one place? She felt tears burning in her eyes, then thought ' What's wrong with you? Snap out of it! You never cry over something this stupid! A little rain never hurt anyone.' She continued on, doing her best to ignore the pouring rain. Half an hour later, she realized she was starving. She could just make out a 7-11 in the distance. "Oh thank Heaven," she whispered, grinning at her corny joke. She walked in and began browsing the racks. The old man behind the counter eyed her suspiciously, and gave a disgruntled glance to the water she trailed in. She was the only one in the store besides the old man, so he got to watch her every move. She bought chips, soda, donuts, candy, and a hot dog.
"Hungry are you?" the old man asked her.
"Starved." she answered, looking up at him.
"What's a pretty young girl like you doing walking around alone in this kind of weather?"
"I'm...looking for someone."
"I haven't seen you around here, did you just move in?"
"I'm...not from around here." She plunked down a twenty-dollar bill to pay for her food.
"Then how do you know anyone here?"
"Lets just say it's someone I should have known all my life," she answered quietly. The old man nodded solemnly, and gave her the change.
"Be careful out there!" he warned as Pamela began to open the door.
"I will!" she agreed as she left. She took a bite of her hot dog and walked along. Ten minutes later, she could see docks along the horizon. ' I'm close,' she thought happily, quickening her pace. Five minutes later, she found herself in front of a building called Helms Fish Canary. She tried the door, but, as she suspected, it was locked. She jogged around the back, and found an open window. She threw her bags in, then climbed in herself. Her chest got kind of stuck, but the rest of her body fit easily. She landed catlike on the floor, got up, and crept silently across the empty room. She opened the door to the next room, which was also empty except for a desk, a chair, and a big round dragon statue. She approached the statue cautiously, and looked at it more closely. It was all gold except for its eyes, which were blood red. It had twelve little octagon shaped holes in it, and she suspected something belonged in them. She ran her fingers over the incredibly detailed mouth and fangs. "Who are you?" a raspy voice demanded from the statue. Pamela backed away so fast she fell over backwards. Her small frame hit the floor hard, and she backed herself against the desk.
"HOLY CRAP! The statue talked!" she shrieked.
"I am no statue child! I am the demon sorcerer Shendu!" he corrected her. "Who are you?" he asked again.
" I'm Pamela. I'm looking for my father" she answered.
"None of the four men here have any children! Leave now!" Shendu shouted at her.
"Not that they know of" Pamela shot back dryly. She pulled a brush out of her bag, and brushed her wet hair into a ponytail. Suddenly, she heard the front door open and slam. Footsteps could be heard approaching the door leading to Pamela. Suddenly, the front door opened and slammed again. Now she could hear three mingled voices, speaking so fast she couldn't understand them. The doorknob to the room began to turn, and the door opened. A tall, angry looking man in a green suit walked in, and froze when he saw Pamela. His blue eyes grew bright with confusion, and his white blond hair took on a silverish glow as the gray light from the window reflected off of it.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" he demanded in his British accent. Pamela looked at the picture, then back at the man.
"I'm your daughter, and I was looking for you." She smirked at the shocked look on her father's face and the color draining out of his tan skin. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Reveiws please? PLEASE? O.K. I'm done now. Lol.
"Umm...excuse me, but I couldn't help noticing your ticket stub, and this is your stop."
Pamela woke up with a start. When she realized the girl next to her had spoken, she relaxed a little. "Thank you," she mumbled, her voice a combination of British and Irish. She gathered her belongings and trudged off the train. It had been almost a five-hour ride, but she was finally in San Fransiso. She looked at the address on her paper. "Damn," she swore under her breath. It was a two-hour walk to where she was going; she was drowsy, and worst of all she already had a group of boys eyeing her. 'Rape by eyeball.' she thought to herself. She ignored them and began walking. She started to wonder why she bothered looking for her dad. She had a good life. She had straight A's, lots of friends, money, and a bunch of guys who wanted to go out with her. She had been doing great these past few years without her dad, why change it? ' Because it's wrong, that's why. It's wrong for someone to never know their father. I'm going to make it right.' As soon as she finished that righteous thought, it began to rain. She looked around at the deserted streets before screaming at the sky "DAMNIT! Is this supposed to be some kind of sign?" She looked around hopelessly. She wanted to cry. She still had an hour walk, and even when she got there, the information she had might not be accurate. He was a crime lord after all. Why would he stay in one place? She felt tears burning in her eyes, then thought ' What's wrong with you? Snap out of it! You never cry over something this stupid! A little rain never hurt anyone.' She continued on, doing her best to ignore the pouring rain. Half an hour later, she realized she was starving. She could just make out a 7-11 in the distance. "Oh thank Heaven," she whispered, grinning at her corny joke. She walked in and began browsing the racks. The old man behind the counter eyed her suspiciously, and gave a disgruntled glance to the water she trailed in. She was the only one in the store besides the old man, so he got to watch her every move. She bought chips, soda, donuts, candy, and a hot dog.
"Hungry are you?" the old man asked her.
"Starved." she answered, looking up at him.
"What's a pretty young girl like you doing walking around alone in this kind of weather?"
"I'm...looking for someone."
"I haven't seen you around here, did you just move in?"
"I'm...not from around here." She plunked down a twenty-dollar bill to pay for her food.
"Then how do you know anyone here?"
"Lets just say it's someone I should have known all my life," she answered quietly. The old man nodded solemnly, and gave her the change.
"Be careful out there!" he warned as Pamela began to open the door.
"I will!" she agreed as she left. She took a bite of her hot dog and walked along. Ten minutes later, she could see docks along the horizon. ' I'm close,' she thought happily, quickening her pace. Five minutes later, she found herself in front of a building called Helms Fish Canary. She tried the door, but, as she suspected, it was locked. She jogged around the back, and found an open window. She threw her bags in, then climbed in herself. Her chest got kind of stuck, but the rest of her body fit easily. She landed catlike on the floor, got up, and crept silently across the empty room. She opened the door to the next room, which was also empty except for a desk, a chair, and a big round dragon statue. She approached the statue cautiously, and looked at it more closely. It was all gold except for its eyes, which were blood red. It had twelve little octagon shaped holes in it, and she suspected something belonged in them. She ran her fingers over the incredibly detailed mouth and fangs. "Who are you?" a raspy voice demanded from the statue. Pamela backed away so fast she fell over backwards. Her small frame hit the floor hard, and she backed herself against the desk.
"HOLY CRAP! The statue talked!" she shrieked.
"I am no statue child! I am the demon sorcerer Shendu!" he corrected her. "Who are you?" he asked again.
" I'm Pamela. I'm looking for my father" she answered.
"None of the four men here have any children! Leave now!" Shendu shouted at her.
"Not that they know of" Pamela shot back dryly. She pulled a brush out of her bag, and brushed her wet hair into a ponytail. Suddenly, she heard the front door open and slam. Footsteps could be heard approaching the door leading to Pamela. Suddenly, the front door opened and slammed again. Now she could hear three mingled voices, speaking so fast she couldn't understand them. The doorknob to the room began to turn, and the door opened. A tall, angry looking man in a green suit walked in, and froze when he saw Pamela. His blue eyes grew bright with confusion, and his white blond hair took on a silverish glow as the gray light from the window reflected off of it.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" he demanded in his British accent. Pamela looked at the picture, then back at the man.
"I'm your daughter, and I was looking for you." She smirked at the shocked look on her father's face and the color draining out of his tan skin. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Reveiws please? PLEASE? O.K. I'm done now. Lol.
