Chapter Four

The Medallion Calls: Part II

Don't own the title of this chapter, James Blunt, or Grey's Anatomy. If you haven't heard of James Blunt, check him out! He's awesome.

I'm so sorry that it took me so long to post this! I've been swamped with homework this past week, and I went up to my friend's cabin this weekend...Hope this makes up for the wait!

Oh, I almost forgot! As well as foreshadowing, I like to use symbolism in my writings. Hint, hint...

Kate could hear an old James Blunt song on the radio as she stirred in bed. She saw a few streaks of sunshine finding it's way through her blinds as she opened her eyes.

She touched the medallion around her neck. The permanent marker was still there. No, maybe it was paint. Most definitely not blood. Wasn't blood all...icky? This somehow was all...not icky. It seemed sort of cool to her. Even if the red stuff on the medallion was blood, she would be fine. She could always stomach blood. She could get through that Grey's Anatomy episode where the guy had the bazooka in his stomach. Alright, that was fake blood and intestines. But still.

Kate heard her stomach growling. A Pop Tart sounded insanely good right now, specifically a brown sugar one. Maybe with some coffee, too...

She sat up and adjusted the strap on her white cami that was sliding down. Her hair was a brown wavy mess on top of her head. If she had an hour, she could look decent. She had to tell herself that no one looked great at 8:00 in the morning.

It's too early, was her first thought, resisting the urge to lay back down into her bed that tempted her more and more with each passing second.

No, she thought decisively. You have things to do, Kate.

As soon as she started to get out of bed, she saw a man with curly hair and a long, greenish jacket on and his whole body awkwardly placed against her light blue wall leading to her door. Kate's breath became shallow.

"Get out!" she said loudly.

This startled the man. His eyes shot open and he looked around the room, confused, as if he didn't know why he was here.

"I said, get out!" she said louder (which was pretty loud. Kate had a semi-loud voice to begin with).

The man rubbed his head. "Where am I?"

"You are in my house!" she said through gritted teeth.

"But I was in Tia's house...with Elizabeth...and she..."

Who was Tia and Elizabeth? Were they people that he partied with at some costume party and got horribly drunk and decided to just walk into a random house?

But how could he have gotten in here? The doors were locked, she was sure of it. Her dad had taught her to always have the doors dead bolted after it became dark, and she did that. Maybe he came in through one of the windows. But wouldn't she have heard in if he came in at all? She was a pretty light sleeper.

But being a light sleeper was not the point right now! The point was that there was a man who broke into her house and was sitting six feet away from her with a gun and a sword with him. She hoped that they were fake and he was just at a costume party...

"Who are you?" she said, standing up. She was trying so hard to hide the fear that was scared. She hated showing that side of her; she prayed that she was doing a good job to hide it.

The man looked at her and frowned. It was almost like he forgot his own name. Or maybe he was trying to think of an alias and was just kind of slow at it.

"I said, who are you?"

The man still wasn't responding to her question. Instead, he decided to ask one of his own.

"Where's Elizabeth?" he asked. "Did she go and find Jack? And who are you?"

"How can you ask me who I am when I asked you that question and you haven't answered it yet?"

Childish? Of course. Did it get him off guard? A little. And right now, Kate was desperate to be the one on top.

She flipped open her cell phone, but couldn't bring herself to call the cops. Maybe she could just show him out? He didn't seem like he remembered anything. Maybe he had amnesia or something. She could drive him to the hospital.

No. This man had broken into her house! For all she knew, he could be some guy waiting to pounce on her and do who knows what to her!

"What are you doing?" the man asked hesitantly.

"I'm calling the cops unless you leave right now," Kate replied, drumming her fingers against the side of her thin phone.

The man stood up and noticed that she was taller than he was. Her height intimidated some girls being 5' 7", but this time he intimidated her. Was it because that she was scared already, and having someone taller than her, as minute of a detail that that was, about to send her over the edge?

"The cops?" the man asked.

"Yes," she said, trying to control her shaking voice. "Go or I'm calling them."

"What are the cops?"

Now this man was making her mad. How could he not know who the cops were?

"They're people that are going to arrest you if you don't get out of here."

His eyes got wide. "No, I can't be arrested. I know that Beckett really will kill me and Elizabeth, then. Please, I beg of you, don't call Beckett! They didn't take Elizabeth already, did they?"

Kate started to back away from the man. She was getting scared, something she rarely felt. Whenever her heart beat fast it was because a cute boy was near her or because she felt exhilarated. The last time it was beating like this was when she was worried she might not pass her Physics final a week ago.

"I don't know who you're talking about, but go!" Kate yelled, flipping open her phone, her hands shaking slightly.

The man's eyes softened. "Please, don't be frightened of me. I just want to know where I am and where Elizabeth is. She's not here, is she?"

Who was this Elizabeth he was talking about? Whoever she was, Kate was still afraid of the man who was starting to edge closer.

"Miss, where am I?" he asked gently.

Her emerald green eyes flickered with fear as she met her wall in fear. "Go!" she screamed.

The man winced and halfway brought his hands up to his ears. "My name is Will Turner and I'm lost and this doesn't seem like the Carribean anymore and I don't know where my fiancee is. Please help me."

She did not ask for his name. Of course this was not the Carribean, and she couldn't care less if he had a fiancee, because he had broken in!

But, wait, something was clicking in her head. "What?"

"I don't--"

"No. No, you're name."

"W-Will Turner."

Wait. This man was Will Turner? There was a Will Turner in a movie that she had watched that lived in the Carribean and had a fiancee named Elizabeth. She subconsciously touched the medallion still around her neck.

It was impossible. They had made a movie about Will. A fictional one. Fiction means not real. And by not real, that means he could not be a foot away from her.

But he looked exactly like him. He had the same brown hair and brown eyes. And it made complete sense with the way that he was acting, all confused and whatnot. But time travel is impossible. If he really existed, that is. Which he didn't.

No, he was standing in front of her. He had to be real. He was as real as the nose on her face.

"My name's Kate Sims," she said. "It's going to be okay."

Kate's Blog Entry

What is going on?! Is there really a Will Turner that existed at one point in time? No, it's impossible. This can't be happening. This is all a bizarre little dream that I'm having and I'm going to wake up any second. No, I guess it's not. I just slapped myself and I left a mark on my arm. Wait...didn't they have medallions in the movie? "Cursed" medallions?