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The child sank back into a drug-induced sleep, the smile lingering momentarily before melting away… I sighed, relieved, and return to my work. I almost had removed the bullet using a pair of makeshift pincers I had fashioned out of a dense wood… finally the bullet relented and I brought it out into the light. The metal glinted silver in the candlelight…strange…I had always thought bullets were a bit bigger…the metal seemed wrong…I shook my head to rid myself of the suspicion and sleep. Later, I reminded myself. Now for the head wound...I lifted a candle to better see the girl. Earlier I had released the mass of thick mahogany curls from the hair tie to reach the injury. Now they lay like a fan on the pillow. I moved to a better angle…Pulling away the cloths, I checked to see if the bleeding had stopped. Seeing it had, I placed a fresh boiled cloth1 on the wound then wrapped a long strip around her head. I surveyed my handiwork brushing a curl aside…I had seen kindness in her warm brown eyes. Would she show the same compassion for me as Christine had shown for that short time before she had left me? Would she abandon me for the cruel world of light?...I would have to wait and see.
I heard…music. Not the kind that makes you want to rock out on your bed…soft, classical music…Oh no! Dad must be on his "teen genius" kick again! Dangit! He promised he'd stop…Funny. I don't remember him driving me home… I groaned. My head throbbing dully…I rolled over…
"Yeowch!" I twitched, twisting my body, and the pain and pressure released my head. "Dammit. That hurt."… I opened my eyes slowly because of the lingering pain…stone spikes loomed down…they were whaddaya call em'…stalactites. I sat up making my head spin…when I felt better I gazed around the room. A black translucent material separated this room from the next…Some of the furniture was pretty nice. The chair next to a nearby wooden table looked old and expensive…antique-ish. Some of the other pieces were so ordinary in comparison…poor. Like the bed I sat up in. Nothin but a simple pallet with legs…Hm. The last time something like this happened I was four so the most I can remember is Dad telling me we were playin "hide n go seek" for a while…that was right after mom disappeared. I shook my head. No. Don't think about it…Footsteps.
"Dad?" I called out but no answer came. "Dad?" A dark haired refined lookin man rounded a corner…Either it was Halloween or I had lost Toto. The man had his hair slicked back and wore some kind of white aristocratic shirt, black pants, and weird mask…It looked broken because it covered only half his face. A warm smile lay on his lips.
"Ah! You're awake!" I stared blankly. What the heck had he said? I couldn't understand him at all.
"You must be hungry. I'll get you something to eat." Then the man left…I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore2…Okay…now what?... I struggled out from under the sheets slowly so nausea didn't hit me…Sitting up I stared at the floor. At least this guy didn't try to undress me. I still wore my jeans and my "Eeyore" shirt. Slowly I stood up…dizzy…I plopped back on the bed. Ugh. I felt like I was gonna hurl. I bent over, my head between my legs…That guy walked in again. When he saw me sittin ,my head hanging down, I think he freaked out. He knelt down and placed a hand to my forehead to see if I was hot. He then pressed down my shoulders back onto the cot, forcing me to lie down. I didn't struggle. He's just trying to help…I hope. After that he started fiddling with the bandage on my arm…the half healed hole where the bullet had hit…the gun…the weird Irish dude…Dad1 I cringed. No! Don't think about it! I tried to bury my distress but it just built up making my whole body quiver as the incident rushed back carrying a deluge of questions. The jump. Where was I now? Dad. Was he alright…Alive? The package. THE PACKAGE! I shot up making my head spin again. Curling up, I clutched my hair to cover the dizziness. Where was the package? Did I drop it? Did the Irish man get it? Where was it? Frantically I tried to make the man beside me understand.
"The package!" I exclaimed "The brown covered thing I had!" My whole body shook with restrained emotion as I tried to keep calm. "Where! Please!" His face just expressed disbelief…I tried to pantomime with my hands but they…they shook so badly. Soon it got to the point where I couldn't take it. I covered my head, burying my face in my knees as silent tears poured down my face…I promised…the last thing…the last and I screwed up…The bed shook slightly…I peered over my knees, my red eyes the only thing peeking out. The Package! I snatched it up clutching it to my chest. I turned to face the man…His face had…darkened…his expression angry…or frustrated. His eyes seemed to burn with loathing…Did I make him angry somehow? Did he think I was spoiled for crying? A frightful thought leapt into my mind...Did this guy work for the Irish guy? Once again I buried my emotions and looked away. Silence resounded in the room…The man cleared his throat
"There's food there." It was the last thing he said before his footsteps faded away…There I sat, holding the last physical remnant I had of my father…my stomach growled as a tantalizing smell wafted past my nose…I scanned the room and found a wooden tray holding a bowl of soup and a hunk of bread…maybe…I mean there's always a possibility…I shouldn't jump to conclusion…you never know.
1.I did a little research and found out they knew they could boil things to get rid of the germs also I'm assuming the bullets back then were a bit bigger and cruder so that's why Eric goes off on the thing with the strangeness of the bullet.
2. No. She is not Kansas
In answer to Lady Lefty, this chapter is where all the descriptions occur because in the first chapter Autumn can't exactly describe herself. That would be conceited. Also in the 2nd chapter it was too dark for Eric to see her well so he couldn't describe her then. That's why this chapter is where it all happens. That reminds me! I thought Autumn was a bit of a Mary Sue (that's OC lingo for a perfect character) and i hate characters like that so her big flaw is that she covers it up whenever she's distressed, as seen in this chapter. Unfortunately the emotions will build up until she has a melt down also seen in this chapter. Before she melts down she'll start shaking. It's weird but thats what we love about people! ( the wierdness not the shaking)
I'm sorry that this isn't my best work yet but I promise the next few will be better. Just be sure to keep reviewing so I can improve. Until next time, WOOT! Bianca out!