Adventure Between the Line
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"Malkovich?" He asked her. She looked up in an instant. Was Malkovich her name? It sounded so memoriable to her as if it was but she knew that her name wasn't that. So she signed her thoughts to him. He blinked those aquamarine eyes at the woman. She sighed. He didn't know sign language. She wore a long dress that clinged at times but it stayed where she wanted. Instantly she grabbed a pen that was near him and wrote that she didn't know her name.
"Oh.What should I call you then?"
'Malkovich. I like it.' He nodded. The name did suit her. Malkovich it would be then.
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Chapter 5: A Chinese Dish and Home
Malkovich sighed. She had been wearing someone else's clothing for the past few days, slept in another's apartment, being called by a name she felt familiar with, and still no memory come back. That and her voice was only back very little. She could make small noise such as sighing and growling and such, but that was the limit of her speech ability.
Keith was a very nice person and he often went out once she either woke up or during the night when she supposedly slept. She often faked her own sleep and did anything to stay awake and then fall asleep later for an hour or two. She had noticed that she was a light sleeper and had almost wisedom from probably either old folks or previous experiences, she didn't remember. That and her favorite thing to drink was tea. It seemed the only things she did know.
She remembered when Keith had asked if she would like something to drink and almost immediately she blurted out tea without him even saying what he had. He had stared at her blankly and then nodded. He went out right after that and brought an armload of different teas to their abode. She shrugged to herself, in thought. Maybe this was her home now. She didn't remember any other thing for a home and she most certainly could tell her body was not made for children and most likely she did not have a man.
She looked over to the sleeping outlaw. He was on the couch and had brought her some cards to play with while he sleep. Mainly he let her have run of the house. She didn't mind it, but she needed to eat soon and she had seen that he had almost nothing in his cupboards. 'Maybe, I should get off my ass and go out and get food for us to eat, then?' She thought. 'Perhaps.' She answered to herself as she got up and grabbed the trenchcoat that Koudelka had let her borrow. Putting it on, she felt around her own clothes that were barely salvagable. Sighing, she grabbed the gun and put it in the side-pocket, while she searched with the other hand for clips that were amongst the clothing.
Once found, she put them in another pocket, and searched for the three or five grenades that were in there. Finding them rather quickly, she put them inside the trench coat. She put on her boots, silently and wrote a note saying that she was out. Wherever out was. She shrugged in thought and felt for a few pieces of money for the food. Finding it, she placed it within her bosom. She was ready to face the world outside. She smiled widely. Finally she would be out of this house.
Opening and closing the door, she went out into the hallway. Walking through the hallway, she felt a strange feeling. This place was odd. Her mind almost yelled at her but she shrugged it off. Whatever it was would leave when it found nothing interesting. Chris and Sharon were downstairs in the basement playing while Halley and Joshua were probably pickpocketing. She had learned only after a day or so.
Walking down the stairs, gingerly, her feet missed the steps that squeaked on instinct and her body seemed as light as a feather. She exited out of the building and into the street. Malkovich was happier than ever. She could now go anywhere she felt. Well, sort of. The streets were slightly trashy, telling that they didn't live in a good neighborhood, but it worked its purpose didn't it? Her face was delighted and her heart was better than in that stuffy old apartment.
She watched as the stores passed by and amused, decided to take the first store that came in sight. It was a Chinese Take-Out restruant and she chose it immediately on sight. Looking across the street, she ran over quickly and entered into the small red and golden paint-peeling restruant.
"huh?!" She asked as she looked up. A weird looking man with Chinese heritage clearly in his face and clothing, started at her. Then looked surprise. She looked up and regretted it. He was uglier than sin. He smirked casually and then looked to the waitress, a woman with the name-tag of Anne. He spoke something to the waitress and she nodded. He helped her up and then started to drag her away from the ordering line. "EE!! EE!! "
She pulled her arm from his grip as much as she could, but alas she couldn't take it out of his stronger grip. He grinned like a maniac and drew her closer to him. His face was contorted into something evil and his power was from darkness she could tell almost immediately. Her own light blue eyes opened wide as he whispered into her ear.
"I am taking you to one of the other rooms to eat with me, Malkovich." She stared wide-eyed. How did this stranger know her name?! She never even met him before this as far as she was concerned. She pulled away to only by gripped harder as she felt bruises come into place. 'Damnit,' She thought as he dragged her to the other end of the restraunt. All she wanted was some damn food and this happened.
Dragging her to the back room, where the most excellent customers ate, he threw her in and closed the door behind them. Loking up, Malkovich was angry, and ready to shoot him if she didn't get any answers. Finally, when he got situated, she decided to stay quiet maybe he'd tell her the rest.
He stared up at her, his eyes blank and his expression amused. Why was she not talking? She was Malkovich. He could tell easily. She was the same height, same hair, maybe brighter and more clouded blue eyes, but everything else except for the clothing was hers. "Hunting you for all these years has been exciting but actually catching you and getting to kill you is going to be more enjoyable. You should know, Malkovich, what a pain in the ass you've been to Dehaui and his Yamajaras with the now dead Hyuga and Elliot girl. "
She stared at him waiting for him to attack. She was ready. Her gun was in her hand and a clip already in. He smirked wide and then rushed at her. She smiled actually. Her muteness being to her advantage. Her gun in place and she took an aim. Her hand reached into the trigger hole and pushed.
BAM!!BAM!!BAM!!
He stared at her. She had aimed well, and instantanously, he fell to the ground without convulsing, dead. She had shot him through his mouth into his most primitive part of his brain. She stared and felt her own stomach start nausating. She had to get out of here.
"Hm.." She looked over to windows and decided to take a chance. She put her gun back in place and opened it. Stepping out on the sill, she saw no fire-escape for the second story and then looked over to her sides. On one side was a rain pipe and she probably could go down on that while on the other was another window. She reached hesitant at first, but then in urgency. Wrapping her strong feminine legs on the sides of the rain pipe, she went down slowly.
Finally after a few mintues, she was back on the ground safe for a few minutes. She felt the presence of another. Looking around as a fool would she saw a man that looked like an old english gentleman and ran.
He was looking to fight while she wanted nothing right now of that sort. For Hell's sake, she had killed a man!! Killed one!! It was as if her own mind had lost control and another's took it over by pure instinct. Her feet prodded past the alley and into the street. She heard the cars coming, but ignored them. She had to get to a different place. The heavy metallic cars passed her as she ran across the street with idea of being a lunatic off the streets.
She stopped in place when she had ran away enough. Her breath came short and her body seemed to double over as she put a hand on a rough bark- like substance. Rough-bark-like substance?! She shot her head straight up and stared at her surroundings. No doubt about her being lost, but nonetheless she had ran into a park. She could see the cars and horse-drawn carriages around but she didn't wish to go near them.
Her heart beat rapidly. That man had said Hyuga and Elliot. Somehow those names sounded so familiar. And his grotesque face even made it easier to imagine who he was. She felt her head squeeze and her body lose itself, dropping onto the grass area, memories turning into and out of her.
~~
She stood there so calm and poised. This was her job. This was just part of her. The girl, the reporter girl, Elliot would be proud at her findings with this underground ring of sorts. He stood down below, his face scrunched up and his body waiting in the murky light for the man.
"Wugui, I trust you'll be catching Malkovich soon. Don't forget to kill the demon-fuser, Hyuga and his fiancee, Alice Elliot. OR you can catch both the ladies for me, but kill the demon-fuser." A man's rough-hewned voice cut through her. She almost shuddered from her excitement. She had just gotten a big scoop for Elliot and hope'd it would be put to use. Escaping form the small hut, she set the explosions and went.
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"MALKOVICH!!" A man's voice called out to her in her dreamy state. Opening one eye cautiously, she turned to see no one above or near her. Sighing in frustration, she got up from being fallen on the roots of the tree. Her dress was dirty abit but she knew she could come up with a plausible lie for it. Shrugging her hair from her face, she stood up abruptly and swerved her body towards where the man's voice seemed to be coming from. It was still light out, for which she was glad, and instead of going toward's the voice, she went the other way.
Her feet padded the soft earth as she walked on over to the swings. Malkovich wondered here, did she ever get to be a child? Was she abused? Did she have a good childhood, brothers or sisters? A father? A mother? What did it feel like to be part of a family?
She supposed if she did have a bad family life then she should be happy that she forgot it. But what if she had a good one? She lifted her head up to the red-awry sky, bruning the colors of the world to a soft ethaeral glow. Dusk. Her body complied to her mind and sat down on a swing. Lightly, she swung back and forth, merely keeping the waves of emotion from her eyes and heart.
Here she truly wondered if she had someone. The dusk was making her sentimental, she concluded as she swung more on pure reaction without thinking about it.
"ee." She grumbled. No more speech back than yesterday. Maybe, she could tell more just by simply being by herself and without no one else? Maybe, she could live her life, her renewed one of sorts, without the kind of love that everyone wanted. Maybe adventure was the way to go; she could meet people and know more about the world and see it all with the expertise of her mind.
"Malkovich......." Startled, her head swung brashly towards the voice's whereabout's but instead of finding a person in sight, her head rammed into it. Blushing so horribly, she looked upwards to see, flowing blond hair and pale skin with a finely sweet curved male mouth. "Why'd you run?"
She could do nothing more than smile. So he had seen her. She shook her head at him and just leaned against him slightly. When she could get near a piece of paper she'd tell him all about it.
"Sorry. Um.......Hey, why didn't you wake me up? Well, let's go home, okay?" She nodded. Home was certainly a place she could go. But where was her true home? Was it to be by herself? Was it with this mysterious man or was it with adventure or blood? Where was her home?
Keith outstretched one hand, and smiled lightly as she took it. His sword slightly protesting in the background, but the vampiric outlaw ignored its unusually disturbing rantings. He began to tell her of how he searched softly chiding her time and time again to just wake him up. She took it all up as they went.
"So, please don't ever do that to me again?" He told her as they walked into his apartment. She smiled and nodded, then reached for the notepad and paper. Writing everything down that had happened she gave it to him when she finished.
"Wow. Quite an adventure and a memory!! We should let you out more often." He softly laughed as she made a small chuckle. The extent of her laughing abilities. It was good to be home.
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"Malkovich?" He asked her. She looked up in an instant. Was Malkovich her name? It sounded so memoriable to her as if it was but she knew that her name wasn't that. So she signed her thoughts to him. He blinked those aquamarine eyes at the woman. She sighed. He didn't know sign language. She wore a long dress that clinged at times but it stayed where she wanted. Instantly she grabbed a pen that was near him and wrote that she didn't know her name.
"Oh.What should I call you then?"
'Malkovich. I like it.' He nodded. The name did suit her. Malkovich it would be then.
~~
Chapter 5: A Chinese Dish and Home
Malkovich sighed. She had been wearing someone else's clothing for the past few days, slept in another's apartment, being called by a name she felt familiar with, and still no memory come back. That and her voice was only back very little. She could make small noise such as sighing and growling and such, but that was the limit of her speech ability.
Keith was a very nice person and he often went out once she either woke up or during the night when she supposedly slept. She often faked her own sleep and did anything to stay awake and then fall asleep later for an hour or two. She had noticed that she was a light sleeper and had almost wisedom from probably either old folks or previous experiences, she didn't remember. That and her favorite thing to drink was tea. It seemed the only things she did know.
She remembered when Keith had asked if she would like something to drink and almost immediately she blurted out tea without him even saying what he had. He had stared at her blankly and then nodded. He went out right after that and brought an armload of different teas to their abode. She shrugged to herself, in thought. Maybe this was her home now. She didn't remember any other thing for a home and she most certainly could tell her body was not made for children and most likely she did not have a man.
She looked over to the sleeping outlaw. He was on the couch and had brought her some cards to play with while he sleep. Mainly he let her have run of the house. She didn't mind it, but she needed to eat soon and she had seen that he had almost nothing in his cupboards. 'Maybe, I should get off my ass and go out and get food for us to eat, then?' She thought. 'Perhaps.' She answered to herself as she got up and grabbed the trenchcoat that Koudelka had let her borrow. Putting it on, she felt around her own clothes that were barely salvagable. Sighing, she grabbed the gun and put it in the side-pocket, while she searched with the other hand for clips that were amongst the clothing.
Once found, she put them in another pocket, and searched for the three or five grenades that were in there. Finding them rather quickly, she put them inside the trench coat. She put on her boots, silently and wrote a note saying that she was out. Wherever out was. She shrugged in thought and felt for a few pieces of money for the food. Finding it, she placed it within her bosom. She was ready to face the world outside. She smiled widely. Finally she would be out of this house.
Opening and closing the door, she went out into the hallway. Walking through the hallway, she felt a strange feeling. This place was odd. Her mind almost yelled at her but she shrugged it off. Whatever it was would leave when it found nothing interesting. Chris and Sharon were downstairs in the basement playing while Halley and Joshua were probably pickpocketing. She had learned only after a day or so.
Walking down the stairs, gingerly, her feet missed the steps that squeaked on instinct and her body seemed as light as a feather. She exited out of the building and into the street. Malkovich was happier than ever. She could now go anywhere she felt. Well, sort of. The streets were slightly trashy, telling that they didn't live in a good neighborhood, but it worked its purpose didn't it? Her face was delighted and her heart was better than in that stuffy old apartment.
She watched as the stores passed by and amused, decided to take the first store that came in sight. It was a Chinese Take-Out restruant and she chose it immediately on sight. Looking across the street, she ran over quickly and entered into the small red and golden paint-peeling restruant.
"huh?!" She asked as she looked up. A weird looking man with Chinese heritage clearly in his face and clothing, started at her. Then looked surprise. She looked up and regretted it. He was uglier than sin. He smirked casually and then looked to the waitress, a woman with the name-tag of Anne. He spoke something to the waitress and she nodded. He helped her up and then started to drag her away from the ordering line. "EE!! EE!! "
She pulled her arm from his grip as much as she could, but alas she couldn't take it out of his stronger grip. He grinned like a maniac and drew her closer to him. His face was contorted into something evil and his power was from darkness she could tell almost immediately. Her own light blue eyes opened wide as he whispered into her ear.
"I am taking you to one of the other rooms to eat with me, Malkovich." She stared wide-eyed. How did this stranger know her name?! She never even met him before this as far as she was concerned. She pulled away to only by gripped harder as she felt bruises come into place. 'Damnit,' She thought as he dragged her to the other end of the restraunt. All she wanted was some damn food and this happened.
Dragging her to the back room, where the most excellent customers ate, he threw her in and closed the door behind them. Loking up, Malkovich was angry, and ready to shoot him if she didn't get any answers. Finally, when he got situated, she decided to stay quiet maybe he'd tell her the rest.
He stared up at her, his eyes blank and his expression amused. Why was she not talking? She was Malkovich. He could tell easily. She was the same height, same hair, maybe brighter and more clouded blue eyes, but everything else except for the clothing was hers. "Hunting you for all these years has been exciting but actually catching you and getting to kill you is going to be more enjoyable. You should know, Malkovich, what a pain in the ass you've been to Dehaui and his Yamajaras with the now dead Hyuga and Elliot girl. "
She stared at him waiting for him to attack. She was ready. Her gun was in her hand and a clip already in. He smirked wide and then rushed at her. She smiled actually. Her muteness being to her advantage. Her gun in place and she took an aim. Her hand reached into the trigger hole and pushed.
BAM!!BAM!!BAM!!
He stared at her. She had aimed well, and instantanously, he fell to the ground without convulsing, dead. She had shot him through his mouth into his most primitive part of his brain. She stared and felt her own stomach start nausating. She had to get out of here.
"Hm.." She looked over to windows and decided to take a chance. She put her gun back in place and opened it. Stepping out on the sill, she saw no fire-escape for the second story and then looked over to her sides. On one side was a rain pipe and she probably could go down on that while on the other was another window. She reached hesitant at first, but then in urgency. Wrapping her strong feminine legs on the sides of the rain pipe, she went down slowly.
Finally after a few mintues, she was back on the ground safe for a few minutes. She felt the presence of another. Looking around as a fool would she saw a man that looked like an old english gentleman and ran.
He was looking to fight while she wanted nothing right now of that sort. For Hell's sake, she had killed a man!! Killed one!! It was as if her own mind had lost control and another's took it over by pure instinct. Her feet prodded past the alley and into the street. She heard the cars coming, but ignored them. She had to get to a different place. The heavy metallic cars passed her as she ran across the street with idea of being a lunatic off the streets.
She stopped in place when she had ran away enough. Her breath came short and her body seemed to double over as she put a hand on a rough bark- like substance. Rough-bark-like substance?! She shot her head straight up and stared at her surroundings. No doubt about her being lost, but nonetheless she had ran into a park. She could see the cars and horse-drawn carriages around but she didn't wish to go near them.
Her heart beat rapidly. That man had said Hyuga and Elliot. Somehow those names sounded so familiar. And his grotesque face even made it easier to imagine who he was. She felt her head squeeze and her body lose itself, dropping onto the grass area, memories turning into and out of her.
~~
She stood there so calm and poised. This was her job. This was just part of her. The girl, the reporter girl, Elliot would be proud at her findings with this underground ring of sorts. He stood down below, his face scrunched up and his body waiting in the murky light for the man.
"Wugui, I trust you'll be catching Malkovich soon. Don't forget to kill the demon-fuser, Hyuga and his fiancee, Alice Elliot. OR you can catch both the ladies for me, but kill the demon-fuser." A man's rough-hewned voice cut through her. She almost shuddered from her excitement. She had just gotten a big scoop for Elliot and hope'd it would be put to use. Escaping form the small hut, she set the explosions and went.
~~
"MALKOVICH!!" A man's voice called out to her in her dreamy state. Opening one eye cautiously, she turned to see no one above or near her. Sighing in frustration, she got up from being fallen on the roots of the tree. Her dress was dirty abit but she knew she could come up with a plausible lie for it. Shrugging her hair from her face, she stood up abruptly and swerved her body towards where the man's voice seemed to be coming from. It was still light out, for which she was glad, and instead of going toward's the voice, she went the other way.
Her feet padded the soft earth as she walked on over to the swings. Malkovich wondered here, did she ever get to be a child? Was she abused? Did she have a good childhood, brothers or sisters? A father? A mother? What did it feel like to be part of a family?
She supposed if she did have a bad family life then she should be happy that she forgot it. But what if she had a good one? She lifted her head up to the red-awry sky, bruning the colors of the world to a soft ethaeral glow. Dusk. Her body complied to her mind and sat down on a swing. Lightly, she swung back and forth, merely keeping the waves of emotion from her eyes and heart.
Here she truly wondered if she had someone. The dusk was making her sentimental, she concluded as she swung more on pure reaction without thinking about it.
"ee." She grumbled. No more speech back than yesterday. Maybe, she could tell more just by simply being by herself and without no one else? Maybe, she could live her life, her renewed one of sorts, without the kind of love that everyone wanted. Maybe adventure was the way to go; she could meet people and know more about the world and see it all with the expertise of her mind.
"Malkovich......." Startled, her head swung brashly towards the voice's whereabout's but instead of finding a person in sight, her head rammed into it. Blushing so horribly, she looked upwards to see, flowing blond hair and pale skin with a finely sweet curved male mouth. "Why'd you run?"
She could do nothing more than smile. So he had seen her. She shook her head at him and just leaned against him slightly. When she could get near a piece of paper she'd tell him all about it.
"Sorry. Um.......Hey, why didn't you wake me up? Well, let's go home, okay?" She nodded. Home was certainly a place she could go. But where was her true home? Was it to be by herself? Was it with this mysterious man or was it with adventure or blood? Where was her home?
Keith outstretched one hand, and smiled lightly as she took it. His sword slightly protesting in the background, but the vampiric outlaw ignored its unusually disturbing rantings. He began to tell her of how he searched softly chiding her time and time again to just wake him up. She took it all up as they went.
"So, please don't ever do that to me again?" He told her as they walked into his apartment. She smiled and nodded, then reached for the notepad and paper. Writing everything down that had happened she gave it to him when she finished.
"Wow. Quite an adventure and a memory!! We should let you out more often." He softly laughed as she made a small chuckle. The extent of her laughing abilities. It was good to be home.