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It was early in the morning. The ground started shaking, and the wind blew fiercely. It was like nature was giving its final wrath to the people. A large shadow covered the sky, and everyone cautiously looked out of their windows in fear. The sound of propellers rang throughout the air making the-
Wait, what? Propellers?
That was right. A huge helicopter was hovering over the beach. A man dressed in a black suit jumped out of the open helicopter door and was tossed numerous bags. Big ones, small ones, each one handled with quick care as he set them on the sandy beach. Finally, after it seemed he had recieved a hundred pounds or more of pure stuff, a woman jumped out of the giant hovering piece of metal. She was about forty, but about as light as a stick. She was caught by the man and put down carefully on the beach, grinning.
People were venturing out of their houses now, wondering what this strange visit was for.. and whom it was from. All of the townspeople cautiously congregated around the beach, trying to see. But, there were a couple of people missing.
That was right. Both Mayor Hamilton and Gill were missing from the small crowd. But, sure enough, they were coming down the hill towards the beach in their pajamas, just as the other woman jumped out of the helicopter. Mayor Hamilton scurried towards the event now, but Gill had a feeling he wouldn't like it. He had just about had it with this 'perfect island' now. It was about to become nothing more than a trashcan. Gill walked a little faster to catch up with his father and managed to get to the beach in time to see what looked like an angel fall from the helicopter.
Little did he know he was only one letter off.
Angela was caught by the man and put down on the beach. She was dressed in an elegant flowing gown that had a million sparkles. It was a deep, unending purple at the beginning, and faded to the violet just before the morning sun came up color. Her makeup matched, as well as her jewelry. But, those chocolate brown eyes stayed the same, barely in focus, yet curious.
The helicopter took off, leaving the man with the two women. The man suddenly turned around and bowed to them all. "Listen. I will need help getting these ladies and their baggage up to their property. Do I have any volunteers?"
The people were still pretty dazed from the initial shock of the situation, but Owen and Luke volunteered, seeing as they were the strongest. But, it seemed, even they were no match for the baggage of these lovely ladies. Owen looked like he was in pain, and Luke had the look. You know, the look that said 'what the hell are they carrying in this thing, dark matter?'
"Excuse me." A voice said from the back of the crowd.
Of course, it was Gill. He always found something wrong, and he wasn't going to let them get away with it. "Their property? I don't believe they have a property on this island, you must be mistaken."
"I am never mistaken, sir." The man said, "The directions were too acute to be mistaken."
Gill frowned and crossed his arms, coming to the front of the crowd. Suddenly, Anglea reached into her dress and pulled out a piece of paper. Silently, she opened it and handed it to the guard. The guard looked it over and nodded.
"This is the deed, sir. The property is theirs." The guard said.
"Ugh." Gill said, "let me see it then."
The Guard held it open in front of him, and Gill came up to read the writing on it.
'Deed to the plot of land by Caramel Falls. Signed, Angela Striegel Vernae'
Gill blinked and backed away. He looked at the older woman and then the younger woman. She suddenly looked towards him with a look that could've sliced his head off if he wasn't stumbled back once before backing away slowly. This was a nightmare. She was here to finish the job wasn't she? She was like an angel of death, waiting for the exact moment to strike. Somehow from a faraway place she had sensed the weakness of the island, and come here to finish the job while the gettin was good.
"Young man." The middle aged lady said to Gill. His attention was turned towards her. "I don't suppose you would carry the last of the bags?" Gill, not sure what to say, walked over and leaned over, grabbing the handles of the last two bags. Luke and Owen looked back at him, a mischeivous look in their eyes. Gill blinked up at them, and then realized why. Gill tried to lift up the bags... but he only lifted them about an inch off the ground before they sunk back into the sand. Luke and Owen laughed to themselves before the middle aged woman proclaimed it was time to go and they all started to leave.
"Wait!" Gill shouted, but nobody actually waited for him. He was forced to carry the bags as he was slouched over like an old man with bad arthritis. He walked like one too as he headed up the hill far behind the much fitter 'bus boys'. He mumbled something under his breath and swallowed his urge to blame the Goddess for all of this as he slowly made his way up the hill.
As soon as Angela stepped on her land, she knew she still belonged here. Her eyes refocused, and she relaxed just the tiniest bit. A dog came exploding from Ryu's house, running towards her at the speed of light, managing to run through more than a couple mud puddles on the way. "Lucky?" Angela questioned, right before it jumped into her arms with newly muddy paws.
Her mother's mouth was agape.
The guard was wondering whether the dog was any real danger or not.
Luke and Owen smiled warmly..
And Gill was finally just arriving at the scene, feeling like he had a posture worse than the Hunchback of Notredame's. Angela stood still as the dog licked her face happily and struggled to get even closer to her. Little by little, her old smile finally cracked open. She laughed, petting the little scoundrel and walked towards the house.
Her mother was still frozen from shock, and her guard went ahead and guarded her mother.
Angela stepped inside her house and set Lucky down, looking around. Nothing had been touched. There wasn't a thing out of place. She'd left her running total of five outfits here, along with her books. Angela opened the fridge and wrinkled her nose, forgetting that she'd forgotten to empty it before leaving. She closed the refrigerator door and turned around before getting the fright of her life.
"OH!" Angela said, putting her hand over her heart, "It's you."
"Yes, it's me." Lola said with a laugh. Angela couldn't help but smile.
"I'm glad you persuaded me to come back." Angela said to the woman. Lola only smiled with warm eyes. "You probably won't be glad soon enough." Lola said.
Angela looked confused for a moment, before shaking her head lightly. "No, I mean it, I really am happy.. or at least, happier than I was."
Lola smiled sadly and stroked Angela's head. "My child, please, do not thank me yet."
Angela looked up to the woman. "Don't worry. I heard you.. but even so.. I won't judge you. I promise." The woman smiled widely, and Angela heard a knock at the door. She walked over to get it again before turning around. She was in an empty room, besides lucky who had the adorable happy, yet completely dumb look on his face that everyone smile. Angela blinked and brushed the front of herself off. "Okay, now I'm going insane." Angela said.
Angela opened the door and blinked, seeing Luke, Owen and Gill standing there.
"Can we set these in here?" Luke questioned, "I'm starting to get cramps."
"I'm starting to lose my grip." Owen complained.
Gill was silent. Owen laughed, "And Gill's turned into an old man."
"I have not!" Gill shouted at him.
Angela crossed her arms. "Oh Gill. I didn't see you there." Gill looked up at her and sighed, "Just let us in."
A small smile pranced across her lips. "Okay, come on in guys."
Owen and Luke stepped through the doorway, but just as Gill was about to come in, Angela stood in the doorway. "Excuse me, I distinctly remember telling the guys to come in. Not the pigs." Angela slammed the door in his face.
Gill blinked for a second before his face twisted up in anger. "Ugh!" Gill said, letting go of the bags, "Fine! Bring in your own luggage!"
"I never said I didn't want to!" A singsong voice at the other end of the door stated. Gill let out a huff and kicked one of the bags angrily. Gill immediately grabbed his foot in pain and stumbled backwards. "God Dammit!" Gill shouted, his face red. He almost swore he'd broken his toe. All of a sudden, the bag wobbled and tipped over, four 50 pound weights tumbling out. He looked at it dumbfoundedly before getting up and limping away on his bad toe. He was still angry.. but he knew he deserved it somehow.
Angela peeked out of her doorway and blinked before opening the door back up. She looked at the weights and looked at Owen and Luke. "Oh, it looks like your presents have fallen out of my bag." Angela said, pouting lightly. Luke brightened up, and so did Owen as they ran over to the four 50 pound weights. "Wow!" Owen exclaimed, "Now I don't even need my hammer to work out!" Angela smiled and laughed lightly. "I knew you guys would like them. I only have a week here.. so I thought I might as well give people something to remember me by."
Luke smiled at Angela widely. "Thanks! We would've gotten something for you too if we'd known you were coming back. Everybody missed you! Well.." Luke's face darkened, "Almost everybody."
Angela knew who he meant, and suddenly, she felt bad. She wasn't going to fall into the same rut she'd fallen into the last time. Oh no, she most certainly would not. But still...
"Hey Luke.." Angela questioned.
"Yeah?" Luke questioned back.
"What are you doing tonight?"
Gill had managed to get down to the clinic, where they weren't very happy to see him.. no surprise. But, they managed to pop his toe and make him leave in worse shape then he'd come in. He went back to town hall and sat in his desk, moving onto his work as if nothing had ever happened. He didn't care if she'd come back, the island was going to the dogs anyway. It was just a shame that she was the leader of the pack. Gill sat as usual, with his files, flipping through and making corrections to those new and old. His work was repetitious, and he liked it that way. It was unchanging.. it was safe. It was the only thing that seemed safe anymore. That was the thing he didn't like. Nothing was as safe as his work. Not even his island was predictable anymore.
Gill's pencil snapped under the pressure of his hand, his thoughts had gone away with him. He stood up, half of a pencil rolling down the opened file. Calmly, he picked up the pencil and threw it in the trashcan, and sat back down. He sat still for five seconds...
Ten seconds...
Two minutes...
Thirty minutes...
It was dark by the time Gill finally realized that he had been sitting thoughtlessly. Gill looked around, then down at the paper. On it was a small note.
"I dropped by, but you seemed busy. I left you a surprise by the door."
Gill blinked and looked over at the door. There on the floor was a small package. At first, Gill was cautious. He had been sitting for hours without notice of what went on. That could be from anyone. But on the other hand, it was much too small to be anything too harmful. Gill got up very carefully and took a couple steps. He shook his head lightly, shaking himself out of the delusion that he could expect anything good and walked over, picking it up. It was fairly lightweight, and fit into the palm of his hand lightly.
Gill ripped off the top piece of paper, revealing a small white box. He opened the top of it, but saw nothing but a white batting on the bottom.
"Of course." Gill said, "Lucky me." Gill dropped the box carelessly on the floor, and started heading back towards the desk before he heard a small 'cling' against the wooden floor. Gill turned around and saw a small trinket on the floor, accompanied by a small piece of folded paper, which he assumed was a note.
Doubling back towards the trinket, he picked it up, along with the note. The small trinket turned out to be a silver star, tarnished with age. He slipped it in his pocket and then started unfolding the note. The writing was elegant, unlike anyone's he'd ever seen. The paper had been yellowed, and so had the ink, but it was still addressed to him by name.
'Please take this lucky wish. It is said that if you hold it in your hand, wish for anything in the world, count to three and then swallow it, your dream will come true in a matter of a week. Please, do not take this wish lightly. The wish runs out the day it is received, so use wisely.'
Gill looked the letter over once or twice before fishing it out of his pocket once more. He wondered lightly if swallowing it would be a death wish, but he reasoned that it was silver and not mercury.
And so, looking up at the roof, he sighed. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Gill closed the trinket tightly in his hand, and wished with all of his might. His lips mouthed the numbers slowly, and he thought of nothing else. Finally, he put it in his mouth, the metallic taste taking over as he swallowed it whole. Immediately, Gill's hand went to his throat. Was he choking? Was he allergic to silver? His face turned purple, and he collapsed to the floor. He tried desperately to breathe, to try to grab onto something, to call out, or anything. His vision went white, but he could still feel his body. He was all alone. They had all been right. He was going to die a lonely man. It was painful, not being able to breathe.
But suddenly, even though he couldn't hear a thing, he felt somebody grasp his arms. He felt pressure on his chest, even more than before. Then he felt a set of soft lips press against his and push air through. It still hurt, but he could feel his lungs expand. He imagined his face was white by now. The pressure was back on his chest again, and the lips blew air through his throat again. He felt the trinket lodged in his throat move. The lips blew a final breath through his throat, and it dislodged, moving down into his stomach. His lungs felt the passageway open immediately and his body heaved, taking in all the air it could.
Gill's hands went up and grasped the person's arms as his vision slowly returned. From white, color slowly bleached his vision, like a fast motion watercolor painting. He saw a pair of worried brown eyes stare down at him. Angela's face slowly faded into view, and slowly faded out, his grip relaxing. And just for a moment, he saw just a glimpse of a very familiar face behind her before completely passing out.
Sorry, it's a little crappy, cause I wrote over half of it a month ago and I don't know where I was going with it. :) I'll put the next chapter up by tomorrow though, and it'll be way better I promise. ;)