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Fantasy (0) > Characters (40) > Elves (12) > Female (15) CHAPTER 1
‘PLEASE, take her! It’s not safe for her to stay here!’ the woman pleaded.
She was standing in the shadows of a dark alley, carrying her last hope in her arms. She only got the reply
‘But what am I to do with a baby? Surely you don’t mean for me to take her?!’ she waved her arms-‘No! Please don’t make me take her. I’ll have to give up so much...’ her words faded as she saw the fear, grief, and hope in the mother’s eyes. It then turned to anger.
The first woman turned her head in anger and frustration. She turned back around, reluctantly thrusting her beautiful baby in the other woman’s arms. She tried to convince herself that she’d left the only hope for survival of their world in the right hands.
She ran. Tears were streaming, streaming down her face. She turned the corner then looked both ways in confusion. ‘This world is strange, how is one supposed to know which way to go? No matter,’ the woman turned right and continued running. She stopped abruptly, noticing something foul in the air.
‘He’s here.’ she whispered. Only a minute after did he come, walking, like it was a casual evening, not the end of the world. As foggy as it was, she could see the face of malice appear softly in the mist.
‘My dear, dear Elizabeth- come to me.’ he whispered. ‘You can’t hide her from me, not forever anyway. You know that.’ he chuckled. Elizabeth stood still. ‘Elizabeth, I said COME!’ he screamed. Elizabeth willed her hardest to stay in her place, for running was no longer an option. A pain shot through her body from her neck, violently throwing her to her knees. She wept. ‘I may die, I know that. But my baby’s in good hands.’ she thought.
‘That’s what you think, Elizabeth. If you won’t come to me, and join me, you will die.’ he said smirking. There was an evil grin in his maliciously cold black eyes.
‘Damn you, you MONSTER!!’ she screamed. The smile slid immediately from his face. There was a flash of light. Elizabeth fell to the cold dirt ground and died.
* * * *
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Isabelle jumped up in bed. She slammed her alarm clock that was shining in bright green, 7:00. Her face was covered in sweat. She groaned, remembering her dream.
‘Ugh! For how long?! It’s been what- a month? And it’s always the same old dream with the same old people, with same old stupid lady who dies.’
She slipped out of bed and ran straight into the shower to wash off the clammy feeling of death off her skin. As she washed and brushed she began to more coherently interpret her dream, once again. Only this time, Isabelle, while putting on her clothes and brushing her silky black hair, fell into more intense thoughts concerning her dream. She even carried out this mood as she padded quietly down the stairs for breakfast.
She greeted her mother with an absentminded ‘morning’ and sat down to start eating. She got back the reply she no less expected.
“Hurry UP, girl! You’re late, AGAIN! Not that it’s any different from every other day-“ she stopped and turned to look at Belle with an annoyingly questionable expression on her face. ‘The girl had not yet made one snappy comeback all morning.’
“What’s wrong with you, girl? Not feeling like being a complete PRAT today? Well,” she sighed happily “all the better for me, right?” Belle’s mother turned back to the stove to cook eggs and bacon- not for Belle, of course.
Isabelle only responded by looking up from her untouched cereal to give her mother a cold, icy stare. She backed up her chair, still staring at her and picked up her knapsack and left. She had lost her appetite. ‘Can’t she not be a bitch for ONE DAY?!!! God, I would be happy.’ Belle thought.
Her mother stared after her in confusion...and yet satisfaction. ‘I am going to win all the battles, and the war, Belle.’ she thought. She continued staring at the door before dishing herself some eggs. She was going to watch Belle. She was up to something.
CHAPTER 2
Belle angrily slammed the door behind her. She looked up only to see her bus- the back of her bus really. It hadn’t even stopped by her house, and now it was riding away past her stop again without a care in the world.
Belle had had this happen to her so many times it no longer bothered her. She had stopped running after buses around October. Now it was June 2nd, and the last day of school. Just then realizing this, Belle jumped up in pure happiness, a great joy swelled inside her. No more stories and whispers behind her back. No more taunting and rumors. She took a deep breath and shrugged. She began walking. Her cargo pants rustled noisily as she walked, but that wasn’t the only thing she heard. There was a sound of muffled footsteps somewhere nearby. It continued for about three minutes.
‘Someone’s following me. I know it. I can hear him. I can feel him. It’s weird, and it’s disturbing. This has never happened to me before. Maybe I can surprise him. No, I’ll check my shadow. If there’s a second shadow...’ she glanced sideways at her shadow but it was normal. There was no second shadow. ‘Why am I so positive that it’s a ‘he’? And how is this person following me....and why?’ Belle looked at her watch. 7:55. ‘OH crap. I have 5 minutes to get to a place that’s 15 minutes away. I’m going to have to screw this person, and run.’
Belle ran. She ran as fast as she could. Although, as she ran, she couldn’t help but ask herself why the hell she cared about getting to school on time on the last day of school. As her mind dwelled on this, she realized how close she was to school. She had past the grocery store and the police station. ‘There goes the grocery store… and there the police station?’. She was at school. Belle cursed colorfully in shock as she glanced at her watch again. It was 7:59. ‘I got to get this stupid shit fixed.’ Belle’s spectacular eyes gave the watch one last glance before entering the dreaded school building.
She walked in the building, ignoring the cruel sideways glances that were thrown at her. She walked to a hallway clock to reset her watch. It was the same time her watch. ‘Whatever. I’ll fix it later. She wondered why so many people were still in the halls. ‘Most them should have been in class 10 minutes ago.’ ‘But’, she grinned, ‘it’s the last day of school.’ Belle skillfully swerved her combination, and opened her locker to hear the cheerful squeaks of her mouse, Olive.
“Hello, Olive! Don’t worry, I have your food right here.’ Belle reached into her knapsack. “You know what today is? That’s right. Today is the day we go home! We can’t- “ Belle paused. She stopped feeding her mouse corn flakes and looked up to see Blair King walking leisurely, but confidently down the hallway and talking to her friends. Blair was the school’s most popular bitch. Even the seniors adored her. She was co-captain of the cheerleading squad, and president of so many clubs Belle had lost count. Ugh, she hated her. Blair only looked at her like she was diseased with leprosy. As if no one had bothered to make sure no one would catch it.
She looked back at Blair with equal disgust. ‘Slut.’ she thought. And she truly was one. Blair’s outfits and boy friend reputation put strippers to shame. And yet, she always manages to remain under the dress code and never gets into trouble. She’s probably slept with 50% of the school’s male population. Belle said bye to her mouse, and slammed her locker. She gathered her books and began walking. Someone “accidentally” elbowed Belle hard in her side, and she dropped her pencil case and everything fell out.
“Crap.”
On top of that, people kept on kicking them everywhere. There were so many of them Belle couldn’t possibly give them all evil looks. The hallway cleared out slowly as the bell rang for first period. Now the hallway was empty except for a few people. ‘One of them including James’ Belle thought. He was talking to what Belle had guessed were his friends and didn’t even cast a glance towards her. Not to mention helping her. Belle walked in about seven minutes late, glancing at her watch, then at the classroom clock. She ignored everyone’s stares- she was used to it. She glanced at the clock again and frowned, ‘Today started out pretty weird, but now, things are getting plain creepy... Whatever.’
Since it was the last day of school, every class was free-for-all. Everyone flirted, talked, and gossiped in groups, but in each class, Belle took her favorite seat in the back of the class room to draw. Belle took every spare moment of her free time to draw. Drawing was Belle’s passion, her dream, and most definitely an outlet. ‘Without my journal, I don’t think I would have ever survived all the hell I’ve been through in my life.’ She knew drawing would be a large part in her future, but did not want to be a professional- selling what she created. She knew it’d be much more than a hobby, but not quite a career.
It was fifth period and she was now drawing a woman. She was incredibly beautiful, at least compared to her usual drawings. Belle didn’t like to draw women too beautiful, or men too handsome. She always got carried away and it made her long for things she knew she couldn’t have, things she would treasure most. Things like a real mother, a real friend, things like that.
Belle sighed and continued drawing. The woman she was drawing had very long black hair and a deep gray color of eyes. Her face was sculpted almost perfectly. Belle didn’t make her perfect because habit had kicked in. Belle’s bangs fell into her eyes. With her head tilted a little bit sideways, and her tongue sticking out a bit, Belle began to shade her, and her body in all the right places. ‘Hmm... I think,’
“Psss!”
Belle looked up and immediately blushed. Who had seen her? She looked around but it looked like no one was calling her. ‘Who would anyway?’ she went back to drawing her mysteriously beautiful lady. ‘She looks so familiar... where have I seen her before? Wait- what am I talking about? I’ve never seen anyone like this! I swear, first someone is supposedly following me just because I can feel it. Then I get to school, which is supposed to take me 15 minutes, in 2 minutes, then I start hearing voices, now’
“Psss! Over here!!!”
‘Ok, I am not going crazy.’ she looked up around the room to see James Matlock- he was passing her a note. Belle looked at him quizzically. ‘What the hell is James doing, passing a note to me? Wait what am I doing just staring at him’
James Matlock had never dared to talk anyone like Belle. She knew he was handsome but hated the way girls fawned over him; like he was a damn Zeus. He was not that cute. She took the note, and curiously undid its folds. It said:
Meet me outside by the bleachers after
school. Don’t tell anyone, and don’t stand
me up.
James Matlock
Belle scoffed, and looked up only to see him flirting once again with Blair King. They were known to Belle as the moron club captains. James was captain, and Blair was co-captain, at his side whenever the hell she wanted to be. They flirted and dated on and off, not that she cared. It was true, because they were morons, and Blair was always cheating on James. That was why Belle had called her a slut.
Belle realized she was staring and blushed. ‘God! I guess I’m staying after school. But he better not pull any shit on me.’ Belle was not small. She could fight. She had always wondered where this special gift had come from. Although this blessing was also a curse. Along with other strange features, Belle’s fighting skills caused her to have no friends. Many called her a freak, but she had had time to adjust to it, for no one ever defended her. That’s how Belle became so independent, she never relied on anyone for anything. She never trusted anyone, wouldn’t let anyone in. Belle had made walls of steel. She had an ice fortress.
The class bell rang. Belle went to her next class, and her next, and her next. Now it was 2:50, and she was more than ready to bounce out of this hell-hole normal freaks called school. Belle was drawing again. ‘One more minute-‘ the bell rang ‘ yes!! No more school! I’m going home with Olive as soon-‘ she remembered James’ note. ‘oh yeah, James. He is such a butt crack. Why does he even expect me to show up? He has witnessed and taken part of so much of the suffering I had to go through my high school years. I really don’t have to go, but you know what- I think I’m just going to go for the hell of it... just for the kicks...’
So at the end of school, Belle carried Olive’s cage and her knapsack, as she went to meet the moron club captain.
‘This might actually be fun....’
CHAPTER 3
Belle walked up to the bleachers. There was no one there. ‘I guess this was their idea of an “end of the year laugh- a joke”’. How could I have played myself the way I did?’ she continued to curse herself as she turned to start walking home.
“Wait!” someone called. To Belle’s shock, James crawled out from underneath the bleachers. Belle backed away, definitely ready to jump this dump that they called a joke because it was not funny.
“Please! Wait, you don’t understand!”
“Shut the hell up! I totally understand. This is just another one of the stupid jokes you pull on people you think are below you. You think you are better than everyone, and it’s really sickening.” Belle was yelling now, and Olive’s cage was rattling back and forth.
He dusted himself off as he walked quickly to her. “Please, don’t go. You really don’t understand. You have to come with me. Quickly!” he laid his hand on her arm. Belle flinched.
“Don’t touch me. I don’t know what kind of shit your trying to pull on me, but it isn’t going to work.”
When James realized she was reluctant, he tightened his grip on her arm, and said “Just come with me. I know you’ve been going through some hard times, but I can help you. Just... come...with ...me!!” James was straining his hardest to pull her, but realized the strength of the girl.
‘It’s incredible. Her strength has developed immensely since the last time- but if I can’t get her now, when will I? She’ll go home now, but I will,’ James thought as a sharp pain swept through his left arm.
“Aaahhh! My arm!” James cried. Belle had had enough! No one was going to force her to do anything. Least of all that dickhead, James. She had in one swift movement of fury, twisted James’ left arm behind his back in a painful stance.
She stepped back, breathing heavily. Only, she wasn’t finished. “If you EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN JAMES MATLOCK, I SWEAR TO YOUR VERY OWN DAMN GRAVE, THAT YOU WILL REGRET IT!” and with that, Belle picked up her knapsack, and Olive and ran home.
* * * * *
Belle slammed her door with her back to it. She was breathing heavily. ‘Oh my god... At least Olive’s okay. What hell was his deal?’ A million unanswered questions were racing through her mind. ‘At least I won’t see him again for another 3 months. He is way creepier than I thought. And he’s totally left the position as moron Captain, to moron club Sergeant.’
Belle was beat. She ran upstairs to her room with Olive, and her knapsack. She locked her door, dropped Olive’s cage down gently on her dresser then collapsed straight onto her twin bed. She fell asleep immediately. Her last thought was, ‘if I ever see that bastard again....’ before she drifted into a now, quite familiar dream.
* * * *
Belle tossed and turned in her sleep. She had her same dream once again. This disturbed Belle. ‘Even when I take stupid cat naps.’ Belle thought as she was awakened by her mother pounding on her door. She had been trying to get into her room.
“Wake- (pound, pound) wake up you stupid little rat! Yes, finally. Get up. Someone’s here to see you.” she then muttered aloud, “But I don’t know how the hell someone as cute as him knows someone as hideous as you.” now she had Belle’s attention. ‘Someone cute? Oh god, I’m so shallow. But I mean I never talk to, well anyone-‘ she gasped. ‘Someone cute- James Matlock, someone here to see me- James Matlock. Oh God...’
Belle had decided to put on a little show for James. She wasn’t angry as much with him anymore. Although she wasn’t going to let him get away with trying to manhandle her.
Belle was washed and clean before she went down to meet the Captain. She saw him on the sofa. He was sleeping. This left Belle in a state of puzzlement. Then she realized how long it had been since her mother announced his arrival. She immediately forgot her evil scheme to humiliate him, and walked over to gently wake him up. Belle walked a bit shyly for some odd reason, but stopped midway to touching him because she had noticed something ‘He really is cute when he’s resting. He has this sort of calm over him, it’s probably the only time he looks like this though.’
Belle’s fingertips brushed his cheek gently. She didn’t want to wake him up. She wanted to watch him sleep. She felt like she could do it forever and never get tired of it. ‘What’s wrong with me. I should NOT feel this way.’ she gave him a small smile and said softly “Look at what your doing to me. If you think you going to shatter my walls of armor, think,” -Belle didn’t finish her sentence.
James popped open one eye sleepily, then the other. Belle gasped. ‘He had been awake when she was talking, and touching him. She blushed furiously. This made the freckles on her cheeks more evident than ever. She hated this, it was so embarrassing.
She bounced off the couch immediately to gather her composure and said “Well? What are you still doing in my house? You’d think you’d know when to end a stupid prank, James. And, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not having a slumber party now, or anytime soon, so I’ll show you the door.” or she would’ve said that if James hadn’t - before she could fully stand up- pulled her back onto the sofa.
“Please. I am not the bad guy here. If you would just listen to me for a minute, without interruptions, you would see that quite clearly.” he said wearily. James had to get her out this place before she got in real danger. Belle, shocked at what James had just done, ‘and the fact that his arm is still around my waist’ she thought, and just goggled at him.
“Uh, um, just go ahead. But first,” she peeled his arm away from her waist. ‘I mean come on now, this is a dude who has never before today made any- as in way shape or form- contact with me. Not even a sideways glance if she had bumped into him.’ “Okay, continue. I am all ears.” she put her hands in her lap in a listening position. Belle actually wanted to hear what the Captain was going to say.
“Okay, er, first you’re going to have to come with me. Wait, please. I know I promised you an explanation, but it’ll be easier to believe if we go now. But I can tell you one thing now. You are in danger. You must believe me. Please don’t look so skeptical. Arhhhgg!! This isn’t working. Ok, if you want to play it like that Belle, wait here one moment.” James dashed upstairs and turned left into Belle’s room.
‘Hey! That’s my room he’s going into- wait- how the’ She ran off after him. Up the stairs, and into her room she saw James, he had a bag- ‘where’d that come from?’ -on his right arm, and was putting random stuff in it slowly with his left. His left arm moved a little slow because of the bruise that stretched all across it. She smiled a tiny smile of an apology. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!!! IS THAT MY UNDERWEAR??? HEY! DON’T TOUCH THAT!!!” Belle began yelling at the top of her lungs until her mother told her quite loudly also to shut up. But James just ignored Belle, and continued packing. Belle was fed up. She walked over to James and tried her mightiest to hit him and punch him, but he was relentless. Twenty minutes later, with her knuckles sore, Belle only followed James down the steps, through the kitchen, and out the door, as angry and puzzled than ever.
“What’s going on?” she asked breathlessly. ‘Why is he doing this to me? I never did anything to him. I never talked to him, or looked at him, or anything.’ she whined. “You know, a prank isn’t really funny without someone to enjoy it with. Where are all of your buddies? Don’t they want a laugh too? It would be a great-” she didn’t finish because James cut her off.
“Could you please be quiet? This is not a joke. There are no buddies to share the not-joke with, and yes, as a matter of fact you have looked at me and said stuff to me- or about me rather, and God knows you’ve thought some evil thoughts about me. I know I have a lot to explain but... you’re going to have to wait a bit.” Belle looked at him in angry be-puzzlement. ‘I never said anything aloud about that stuff!’
They began to walk, and walk. Soon, two hours had passed and Belle thought they were in the middle of nowhere. Belle’s fuse was dangerously low. Although she wondered why she never noticed how close to a forest she had lived near to for almost a quarter of her life. But she didn’t complain because she had been through situations worse than this. ‘Although I don’t think I ever recall having first some dope trying to manhandle me. Then having him stalk me, and follow me to my house. Then barging into my room, stealing- like- all of my stuff~’
“Hey! I did not steal all of your stuff. And for your damn information, I’m bloody well saving your life! Here I am trying to help you and your just...just...” he stopped and sighed, realizing what he said. “Mistake.”
Belle had halted in shock when the words had tumbled from his mouth. ‘What the hell have I gotten myself into?’ she thought. ‘I’m walking with a stranger away from home, when I could be doing normal stuff. I don’t know where I am, where I’m going, or why I’m going to where ever the hell I’m going! Have I finally lost it? I’m following Captain-‘
“Will you stop calling me Captain?! I am NOT a moron, nor an idiot. I told you I would explain everything when we get where we’re going...” his words weakened as Belle turned around with a hand to her forehead, murmuring to herself. She was trying to go home. Things were getting too out of hand. He shouted as he tried desperately to catch up. “Please! Stop! Ok! I’ll explain.” this did nothing for Belle kept on walking. “I said PLEASE Belle! I’ll EXPLAIN EVERYTHING!!” she slowed to a stop and turned around.
“Everything?”
“Everything.” James sighed in relief. It was dark now, so it made sense to rest. They would have to camp. Thirty minutes later Belle walked over to him, and also sighed. ‘I guess I’m not going home any time soon.’
“You got that right.” James said. He cleared his throat. “Sorry. Umm, ok. My name is Ramel, and”
“What?!?! Your name is Ramel? Nooo, your name is James. What the HELL HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO? I don’t think I |
