Hello my hard rocking amigos! Sorry for the late update, but I'm drowing in my homework right now...thanks for your reviews Con, Lisette, Bibby, Duchessa, Broken Pentacle and Riiko! Again, lyrics in this chapter, this time from Bloc Party's "Signs". Probably the saddest and most beautiful song ever :) Have fun!
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Walking would've gotten me to the bridge faster than the scooter. When I finally arrived there after what felt like hours, the place was empty and the last tired rays of sunlight shimmered on the now calmer sea. Slowly I rolled towards the bridge and past the small lodge, when suddenly a watchman stormed out and practically threw himself in my way.
"Woah" I yelled, barely avoiding running him over "Watch it man!"
He shook himself and looked at me unfriendly. "Papers?!" he snarled. He seemed somehow familiar.
"Oh hey." I remembered. "Weren't you a police guy a few days ago?" It was the man who had tried to arrest me.
"I'm on bridge guarding duty on Fridays and Tuesdays." he huffed. "Papers?"
"What papers?"
"Your papers. ID card, passport, driver's license."
I gawked at him. "Are you serious? I'm not going abroad. It's still UK over there, you know?"
"Papers!" he cried stubbornly.
"Are you still offended because you couldn't arrest us?" I asked. "Get over it and let me pass."
"So you don't have any papers?"
"No" I yelled. "Screw the papers, I need to go to Calm Blue!"
"Without papers you'll go nowhere." Now he had that evil arrogant grin plastered all over his cheesy catastrophe of a face. I considered eating him, but abandoned this thought again. Kitty wouldn't like that. And this wasn't London; here a missing police guy would surely attract attention.
So I reluctantly turned the scooter around and tried to think of a plan B.
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Plan B.
The bus. Hahaa! It was so easy, just get into the bus and get over the bridge.
...but there he was again, that DAMNED police guy! He actually had the nerve to stop the bus and take a look at the passengers. I dived behind the upholstery and tried to be inconspicuous.
"What are you doing?" the annoying little girl beside me asked.
"I'm...er...playing hide and seek" I hissed. She beamed and slapped me over the head. "GOT YOU" she crowed. Before I could become a fly or something comparable small, the police guy towered over me. "Papers?" he asked icily. I scowled at the girl and stood up.
"I MUST go to Calm Blue!" I said desperately. "Don't you see I MUST?"
"We all must do so many things" he said dryly. "Have papers, for a start."
"...please?"
He just stared at me.
"Why don't you get a life, man?" I asked the guy before leaving the bus and walking back to the village. I didn't imagine a triumphant laughter behind me, I'm sure I didn't.
To hell with police-I-don't-have-a-life- guy.
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On the cliff.
Horizon.
Can you hear me?
Lonely, the voice inside her said. Why do you pretend there're no people around? Get up! Get OUT!
…can you hear me?
Bartimaeus...
I don't need people, I just need....
Crying would make the ocean only bluer.
I need-
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The fisherman looked up in surprise when I heavily sat down next to him on the quay.
"Back so soon?" he asked.
"I didn't even get there" I grumbled. "Mad police-one-day-bridge-guard-other-day guy wouldn't let me go."
"Oh, him. Well, wait till his shift is over and go next week."
I stared at the horizon.
Kitty...
"I don't want to wait till next week" I said. "I have to go now."
"I see...how about flying or swimming? Shouldn't be a problem, eh?"
"Doesn't work with me. Water weakens me, and the winds are too strong. I already tried."
"Look, why don't you help me a bit with those nets and then I'll help you thinking of something to get you to your girl?"
"She's not my-" I started. "Alright. What do you want me to do?"
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The next day I helped him again. He had made a good catch.
"Was lucky" he said contently. "'Cause lately there's too few fish left."
I looked at the horizon, where dark blue spots disappeared in the blue between ocean and sky. "Is that Calm Blue, over there?" I asked and pointed at one of the spots.
The man looked up briefly. "Yeah."
"Couldn't we go fishing over there?"
"Nope" he said. "No fish there."
"Why is no fish there?"
"Dunno. They just disappeared."
I looked at the distant island again. "Maybe they returned."
He rolled his eyes.
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Later I was sorting the fish when I found it. The bottle mail.
"One of those again" fisherman guy said, looking over my shoulder.
"Again?"
"Yeah, it's really strange...I mean, what are the odds of fishing even one out? But I've seen three in the last two years."
"Yeah, what are the odds..." I said absent minded. I pulled the letter out of the bottle. It was wet and the writing was smeared. "Can you read this?" I asked.
"Something about ... the border...borderline? Blown....no, blue. 'At the blue borderline' maybe?"
somewhere there's love...
The horizon seemed so far.
Can you hear me?! I screamed in my thoughts. Why don't you come back?! Don't you feel this, stupid?
And you? the voice inside said dryly. You're just as lost. No worse, you don't even have a dying grandma that needs you here. Get up! Now!
I jumped up. "I have to-" "I know, go to that island." he interrupted. "It's getting dark. At least, wait till tomorrow."
Wait, yeah. Thank you, but no. Not possible.
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Two ravens in an old oak tree, one for you and one for me
...I see signs now all the time
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"How was your day?"
The boy shrugged. "Quiet, I guess. Not much to do round here."
Kitty nodded. The boy looked kind of lost, but no wonder there. She didn't feel much different.
"I know a nice place. You'll like it." she said. "We could go on a walk."
The autumn forest was beautiful. The trees were silver against the coloured dead leaves, golden leaves rained down on them.
"What are you doing here?" Kitty asked for the second time that day.
"I'm..." the boy paused. "That's rather complicated. I guess I'm waiting for someone. Or rather...I'm waiting for something to happen. I don't really know..." He took her hand and looked her in the eyes.
The wind didn't rustle the dry leaves, the birds stopped singing.
It was silent, so silent.
Kitty wondered if she was deaf when he leaned forward tentatively and shyly kissed her pale cheek.
She dropped his hand. "Sorry I...I got to go."
A storm was coming.
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Duh, drama...:D Please review if you liked it! Or if you didn't. Whatever^^ see you soon!