^.^ I got reviews! *waves little flag* So, it's only two, but hey, maybe there's more of you out there that are too lazy to review. Nyyyah!
Oh, and kiyoshi-neko, yes, there is such a thing as a grandmother clock. They're a lot littler than grandfather clocks; maybe six feet tall and a foot wide...I'm too lazy to go measure it. ^^; (Kind of a hypocrite, aren't I...?) It would be cool, but it rings every fifteen minutes. It took me six months to get used to it. >.Thanks, Shannon; I true to keep characters IC in my stories, even though that doesn't always happen... ;;>.>
Thank you to both of my wonderful reviewers and readers!
Now, normally, I'm not this nice, but I'm hyped up from helping my friend work on her new car and watching some of 'Moulin Rouge.' I shouldn't be this happy, considering I'm making a 59% in geometry and report cards come out in two weeks, buuut...oh well.
I barely even knew I was awake when a chilling male voice said softly, "So, you're awake, little one." I was fifteen years old! I was not little! Well...okay...so I was short...but I wasn't little!
I glared as I opened my eyes and was surprised to feel my glasses resting lightly on my nose and ears. Hmph. Cheeky bastard. My neck ached, and I vaguely remembered a friend of mine telling me about a pressure point that could render a person unconcious being located there. I suddenly realized I was on my knees on stone, and two figures stood on either side of me holding my arms. 'Ch, like I was going anywhere?
"You're probably wondering why you're here." Noo, really? "An agent of mine told me that you saw the reflection of the sun on a shell." And? "A legend long speaks of a person who is able to see the reflection of light even on a surface tainted by darkness." Huh? "However, we have not been able to decipher the rest of the legend, so we don't know what purpose you serve in any of the three worlds." What? "So, until then, you will be kept in our dungeons." Oookay.
I stared at the man blankly. Well, not man. He was like his little agent - obviously not human. His skin was sort of like an oyster shell or a pearl; it glowed different colors under the light, and he was too pretty. So pretty it was sickening. His hair was white, eyes were a deep, not dark, blue. He wore a white tunic with white slippers. He was also wearing enough jewelry to make the queen of England jealous and held a long metal rod in his right jeweled hand. Maybe if he stands outside, he'll get hit by lightning...
His blue eyes peered into my own grey-blue-green, and they narrowed slightly. Apparently my cynical and mocking thoughts were showing. "I know you're not stupid, girl. You had enough guts and mind to hold your own against my agent, and no one holds their own against him. We'll figure out who you are soon enough, and until that day, you better be hoping you're important to our cause."
Not only was I smart enough not to retort 'My name is Rebecca Wallace,' I also didn't ask what his almighty cause was, his name, or what the hell he meant by three worlds. Instead, I decided to pretend as though I knew who I was and smirked ever so slightly, the kind of snot-assed type of smirk that got you in trouble with parents and teachers alike. I'll never te-ll...
He looked at me then as though I suddenly had his interest, but didn't pursue his curiosity. "Take her to her cell," he said loftily.
"Yes, Lord Koji," the two men holding my arms said in unison.
Koji? What kind of a name is that? I wondered faintly as I was hauled to my feet. By the look on pearl-boy's face, I could tell he thought it was a good one. With each guard holding onto my upper arm, they marched and I shuffled-just-so-they-couldn't-march to my new home. They put me in the cell, turned, marched out, and slammed the door shut behind them.
"Have a nice day!" I yelled after them, then blushed faintly and snorted.
Man. I was being so stupid.
But, as I stared at the medium-sized stone cell, I felt my self-importance bluff fade. I was beginning to wonder whether or not I should be worried about my predicament. They had been 'kind' enough to provide me with a bed probably filled with fleas, a large pile of straw, a chamber pot, and a barred window so high up I would have to jump just to get my fingers on the sill. I walked over to the bed even as fear made me look around uncertainly. I poked at the mattress, fluffed the blanket, and beat the pillow, but there was no sign of fleas or any insect at all, as far as pests were concerned.
Well, no matter, I decided as I sat on it. I felt something slip against my wrist and jumped before looking warily at it. It was my watch! And it still worked! Holy cow-wow! I stared at it in disbelief in the dim light of the cell. It was seven o' clock in the morning, which meant the neck-thing had knocked me out for nearly two hours.
I was the most untrusting person I'd ever met, so even though I'd only had three and a half hours of sleep, I sat on that lumpy bed for nearly a day and a half before falling asleep. In that time I found myself working on stories I was writing in my head, thinking about my life, and wondering how in the world (there aren't three of them, buddy!) I was going to get out this place.
I was given a small loaf of bread, a ball of cheese, and a pitcher of water twice a day. I was by no means fat; I could wear anywhere from a size four to seven in women's jeans and weighed around a hundred ten pounds, but I had stomach blubber that I absolutely hated. I was escatic; I'd finally be able to loose all those inches I'd been trying to get rid of for the past year!
"Hey, lady! Breakfast!" a snarling, deep voice bellowed.
I gasped and started, then winced as I realized I'd fallen asleep sitting up. I thought quickly as I got up and walked to a chute my food was slid through. A quick glance at my watch said eight thirty. The last time I had looked at my watch was nine o' clock at night. That meant I had either slept all night or slept for a day and a night. Crap. Yeah, but there again, that voice would wake even my dad in its first syllable, so I was sure I would've heard it before.
"Hnnm," I mumbled around my bread. I walked over to the pile of straw. I didn't know what I was supposed to use it for; they gave me lots of scratchy paper to use as toilet paper, so the straw was just...there. Then I had an idea. I picked up two pieces with my free hand and placed them a couple of feet away from the straw. There, I thought in satisfaction. Two days, two pieces of straw. I could use the straw to keep track of how long I'd been there. Seeing as how my door was solid wood, I did a small victory dance and nearly choked on my bread because I was laughing.
I didn't mind being in the cell.
Call me crazy, but I was almost enjoying it. I was a loner by nature, and without parents to keep me in line, I was pretty much pleased. And I had my watch. Thank everything holy for my watch. I finished most of my breakfast and left some bread for later, then sat on the stone floor and debated on what to do first.
Ta-dah. I know I haven't gotten the U.Team involved yet, but let me know if you want romance...like I said, I need to know...well...now so I can work it into the story. Ja!