Death's First

I wrote this to let out my inner anger! Here it is and I hope y'all like it!

Everyone expects to be seen, know, and acknowledged. Me, I never did. I’m the oddball, the loser, the freak, the creep, and I wanted it all, until now. I’m Elizabeth Death, and yes, I’m as evil as I sound. I have black hair, and multi-colored eyes, brown, green, blue, and a hint of red. Am I crazy, you ask? No. Just a demon girl, if you want to put it that way. Others say I’m Satan’s daughter sent from Hell, and I liked it like that. Let them fear me, I didn’t care. Well, again, I never did care about what people thought about me, until just recently. But if I’m going to tell this right, I must start at the beginning.
I was an orphan, a parentless child. I was left by some stranger I didn’t even know yet. Even then I was evil; I caused bad things to happen. Well, that’s what Mother Sarah said. Mother Sarah was a plump woman with blond hair and green eyes. I never believed her though. She’s the one who started the “Satan’s daughter” thing. She told me I was rotten and I’d never get away with it and she should have left me in the cold and rain when she should have. But it’s a policy, she said.
Fast forward to age eleven. I finally got myself out of there and made a run for it. Turns out I had a talent for survival. I had the perfect instincts for many things. I have a sixth sense, where I know when someone or something is coming toward me.
One night, I was camping out in the woods and I heard a roar close to where I was camped. I looked down and saw my shirt ripped and blood. Great, I thought, it can smell me. I got my knife ready and my bow and arrows ready too, though they wouldn’t be of much use. Then it came bounding toward me.
I knew then I couldn’t take it down; the size of it won against me. I threw my knife at it to distract it. Then I jumped onto it and stabbed it repeatedly. I knew it wouldn’t work so I jumped off and reached for my bow and arrows that were in the tree. I almost had them, but the bear had me first. It clawed my back from my shoulder to my hip. Then I finally had my bow and quiver. I notched an arrow and aimed at its forehead. When I shot, it hit his eye. It was then I realized my bow’s trick. When I aimed again, I aimed at its other eye. Then I shot its forehead. To make sure it was dead I stabbed it repeatedly in the throat. Looks like I had a bear fur coat and bear steaks for a while.
Another day changed my life forever. I was living in the woods and I heard a noise, a twig snapping. I climbed a tree and brought my so-called knife out, ready to fight. Then I saw him. He also had a knife and also shotgun. I watched him and I noticed he had brown hair, blue eyes and a nice build. I waited for him to make a move but he didn’t. I jumped down in front of him. He shot at me but he was a terrible shot. I dodged it and came up behind him. I kicked his back and pinned him down, ready to kill. It was then I realized, he was my age and meant no harm. He was just protecting himself. I got off him and helped him up.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
“Why should I tell you?” he replied.
“Do you want to die or do you want an ally? Your choice,” I said.
“That’s a bad rhyme, but I would rather have an ally. I’m Marcus. Who are you?”
“Elizabeth Rachel Death, I’m an-.”
“Wait, like the Death family, the famous one?”
“What? No. I’m an orphan and a runaway.”
“You look like a Death, same hair, and same look. At least I think so.”
“What do you mean, you think?”
“You’re serious? They’re dead. Been dead for seven and a half years, I think.”
I just stood there not believing what he just said. Seven and a half years? That was when I was taken to the orphanage. I could barely breathe. I almost fell and hit my head if it weren’t for Marcus. He caught me and helped me up.
“You okay, you looked like you just saw a ghost,” asked Marcus.
“I don’t know. I felt like I just saw a ghost, of my past.” I replied.
“Okay, well how long have you been living in the woods?”
“That’s a good question. I ran away from an orphanage a while back. I have been traveling through the woods ever since. I am truly lucky I have a sixth sense.” Then I covered my mouth. Why in the world, I thought, did I say that aloud?
“You have a sixth sense? Yeah, right,” Marcus said.
“If you don’t believe me then answer this: How did I know you were coming and how you were moving to shoot me?” I asked.
Marcus kept opening his mouth and shutting it not knowing what to say. He just stared and tried to make an explanation for my actions. Then he finally said something, “You have fought bears and coyotes and stuff before?” He asked, not answered.
I laughed, “Yes I have; oh, by the way, your mother is coming to look for you so I must be going. See you around.” I was about to climb up the tree before Marcus said, “Don’t leave, please!”
I sighed, “I must, your mother is coming and I won’t be welcomed. I can feel it, so I must go.” I climbed the tree and I watched him look about the tree trying to find me. When his mother came, Marcus said something I couldn’t hear and he pointed at the tree. The little rat, I thought, he gave me away! I was about to jump to the next tree when I heard the sweetest voice I had ever heard calling, “ Elizabeth , please come down. I wish to talk to you.”
I sighed, not wanting to go but going anyway. I jumped out of the tree and stared at her, knife at the ready. “What do you want?” I asked her, but stared at Marcus.
“I want to help,” she said.
“No one can help me. I’m a Death girl and ready to cause death to anyone who stands in my way.”
They both stared at me. I stared back ready for a fight. I realized Marcus didn’t get his looks from his mother, except those blue eyes.
“Please. Please, Elizabeth , stay with us,” Marcus pleaded.
I sighed, knowing I would win if hurt them, yet I didn’t want to cause them any harm so I said, “Fine, but don’t stand in front of any of my decisions, or I’ll have a little fun fighting you both, understood?”
“Of course,” said Marcus’s mother. “By the way, I am Melissa.”
I felt as if I knew that name, like it was my mother’s name or something like that. “It's nice to meet you, Melissa. My full name is Elizabeth Rachel Death,” I said.
Melissa looked over at her son, “You didn’t tell me this was the Death girl, the one that was murdered.”
“Wait, I’m supposed to be… dead?

 

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"Why didn’t anyone tell me that before?”
“Haven’t you heard the story how you ran from the orphanage and ran into the woods to be found dead and mauled by a bear? It’s tragic. I thought you knew about that. After all, your famous, your parents murdered, there were cameras all over that orphanage, any person knew about that,” said Melissa.
“I didn’t,” I replied glumly. “No wonder I was the only one not allowed to watch T.V. at the orphanage. And it looks like Mother Sarah has finally gotten her revenge. ‘You’ll never get away with it!’ Looks like I never did.”
I frowned, not knowing what to do. Then a great idea occurred to me. “Do you have hunting gear; all I have a knife made from a sharp rock and a poorly made bow with some terrible arrows?”
“Yes we do. What are you planning to do with it?”
“I am going to rehearse for the press,” I said mischievously. “Then I’m going to prove them all wrong, including the evil, lying Mother Sarah. Do you have targets as well?”
For the next week I was practicing my shooting skills, knife throwing, and self defense, even though I didn’t need to. I wanted to be ready for the press, and especially Mother Sarah. Marcus helped me practice. I did try to hurt him, yet I did on a couple occasions. Finally, I was ready, and Marcus had few bruises.
When we went to look for the press it was our luck a house caught fire and the press was there reporting about it. I went up to the reporter when she was about to go. “Excuse me, miss. I think you have a story here.”
“I’m done here, we’re about to pack up.”
“Well, you might want to stay and report about this: Elizabeth Rachel Death is standing right in front of you. I’m not dead.”
Then I was on the news once more. I told my story; I told everyone how cruel Mother Sarah is, and how I survived. But I left out the part about my sixth sense. When they asked how Marcus found me, I told them how I found him.
After we were on the local news, we went all over the country to tell the story. Everyone was fascinated about how Mother Sarah lied on camera. When they asked what I would do next I would always answer, “Find out what happened to my parents and get a proper education.” And when they asked what I would do to Mother Sarah I would answer, “I can’t tell, it’s a surprise.” Crazily enough people thought I would murder her. Others thought I would lock her up and barely feed her. But they were all wrong.
When I went back to Marcus’s house I saw a note on the door. It was from Mother Sarah. It said, “Dear Elizabeth, I bet you loved how you humiliated me on national television. I still think you won’t get away with it. I will come and get you like someone did your parents. I can’t wait to see you again. Love, Mother Sarah.” Well, I thought, she’ll be in for a surprise. Or two. I smiled mischievously.
I went to the same school as Marcus for a few weeks. I couldn’t believe what I was missing. Funny part was that when I was there the only person who would talk to me without trembling was Marcus. And everyone who saw me would stare at me with wide eyes and whisper, “It’s the Death girl,” and would stay out of my way. Even the teachers were afraid of me. When Mrs. Sprout called roll in homeroom her eyes always widened and she just looked for me and went back to calling other kids names. Oh, my God, I thought, do people think I’ll kill them or something. Also, every test, worksheet, and essay was a graded with an A or a one-hundred percent. They thought I would kill them if they graded my paper right. Even Marcus’s assignments were the same as mine, and they were afraid to give him a bad grade as if I would kill them if they did. One day at lunch I had to ask. “Marcus, why is everyone afraid I’ll kill them?”
Marcus thought about it, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because since your parents are dead you’ll kill anyone who crosses you.”
I laughed, “Sure, whatever.”
“What? It’s a good guess.”
I could not stop laughing. Everyone stared at me like I was crazy but I didn’t care. I never laughed like that ever and it felt good.
Marcus asked, “Are you okay or are you going crazy on me?”
I stopped suddenly, “Crazy, me? I already am crazy, and now that you made me stop laughing I have to hit you.”
“What?”
“Kidding,” I laughed some more. Then the bell rang. “I’ll see you after school, Marcus,” I waved and left for the next three classes.
On the last day of school, everyone brought me presents, iPods, iPads, iPhones. It was crazy. It was the greatest day ever for me. I had so much stuff I had to have five bags to carry it all. On the way to Marcus’s house he said, “I can’t believe this, they gave you all of this stuff.”
“Guess they’re still afraid of me.”
“Can I have one of each electronic?”
“I don’t care. Take some stuff.”
“Cool, thanks.”
“No problem.”
After a minute of silence Marcus said, “I still wonder why they are still afraid of you.”
“Probably because I’m going looking for my parents’ killer and their parents gave me this to keep them out of the choice range.”
“Good guess and most likely true.”
“Yeah but they were way off on who I’m going at first.”
“Who is that?”
“Your mother.”
“What?”
“Kidding, I’m going after Mother Sarah to see what she knows. And you’re coming with me.”
“Why?”
“I need an annoying person with me.”
“I’m annoying?”
“You know I’m joking right?”
“No.”
“You’re not that annoying, but still you’re coming with me.”
“Why?”
“You and your mother are the only people I trust and your mother will not like what I’m doing so you’re coming, is that clear enough for you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“One question though.”
“What?”
“Does this mean we hitch-hike?”
“No. We’re traveling on foot, through the woods.”
“Okay. Is my mom going to know?”
“No. Not the whole story.”
“What will you tell her?”
“I’ll tell her you and I will be going camping for a month or two in the wilderness.”
“We will be going camping for a month or two?”
“It’s the best I could come up with. Besides, the least it will take is a few months and the most… five years maybe.”
“Five years?”
“That’s what I assume.”
“Okay,” said Marcus glumly and looked out the window.
“Are you mad at me?”
“No. It’s just what if… what if…”
“What if you die and never see your mom again? Or what if I die?” I guessed and finished for him.
“Both.”
“If you die, I die defending you. And if I die, you still have your mom. Always remember that. It’s true.”
That, luckily, made him smile, “Understood, Miss Death.”
“Don’t give me that tone, Mister!” I laughed. The rest of the way to Marcus’s house he was oddly quiet. It worried me very much. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I figured it was the fact we might die on out quest. Right before we were dropped off at Marcus’s house I grabbed his arm and said, “No matter what happens we have each other.”
He smiled, “You can read my mind, can’t you?”
I giggled, “No, I can read your expression.”
He just stared at me and laughed, “I bet you can. Come on, it’s our stop.”
When we went in the house I told him under my breath, “Get packed, we leave in one hour.”
He nodded quickly and went to his room. I packed my original gear I had planed to take: a flashlight, a sleeping bag, a bow and a quiver or arrows, five knives, and an extra set of clothes. But what I didn’t plan to take was a phone and a notebook. I didn’t know why I would need them it just felt right to take them.
An hour later, Marcus and I were ready. Melissa asked, “Where are you going?”
I answered, “Camping, we won’t be back for a while. We’ll be gone for about two or three months.”
“Okay but take a phone and call me every week so I know you’re alive alright?”
“Alright but don’t worry. If we don’t call we’re either dead, kidnapped, or tracking down my parents’ killer. Most likely none of that will happen.” I just realized I had added we could be tracking down my parents’ killer. Luckily, Melissa didn’t catch on,
“Okay. Have fun.”
I hugged her, just in case I didn’t come back. Then I looked at Marcus and saw he wanted a minute alone to say goodbye.
“I’ll give you a minute,” I told him. “Come outside when you’re ready.”
After a few minutes, Marcus came outside with a sad look on his face.
“Ready?” I asked him.
“No,” he said truthfully.
“Well, ready or not…”
“Here we go.”

 

FYI if you like this one, check out my other fan fiction. It's called Year 20100. It's based on a short story that I entered into a contest that I sadly lost.

 

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Then we walked into the woods where Marcus first found me. I looked up at the tree I was in and grinned. We kept walking and we didn’t stop until we heard a roar of a bear. I grabbed Marcus’s hand out of instinct. When I looked down and saw what I did, I let go and sidestepped away awkwardly. Marcus gave me a grin and held his hand out for me. I grinned back at him and took his hand.
I heard another bear roar and tried to back away, but Marcus had a firm grip and didn’t let go. When he saw my face he asked, “What wrong? Is everything okay?”
I shook my head. I stared down at the ground, embarrassed that I was afraid of something, and didn’t reply.
“ Elizabeth ?”
I didn’t answer.
“ Elizabeth ? Are you okay?”
I whispered, “The clawing.” A tear trickled down my cheek.
“What do you mean ‘The clawing’?”
I told Marcus the whole story. I told every detail. “Look at my back,” I lifted my back part of my shirt to show him. After I told the story, I had realized I was sitting on my feet and Marcus was trying to sooth me. When I realized I was crying, I laughed. It had felt so good letting go the pain I had felt over the years.
“You’re okay now?” Marcus asked, sounding relieved.
“Yeah,” I said, whipping away tears.
“Good.”
“Why? I just let eleven years of pain out.”
“It makes me sad, seeing you cry.”
“Aw, I have a big brother!” I teased.
“No you don’t! I am not your big brother!”
I hugged him, “My sweet big brother.”
Marcus pushed away from me, “Stop. Please.”
I frowned, not understanding. I guess I didn’t want to understand. I grabbed his hand, “Let’s keep moving. It’ll be dark soon and I want to hunt.”
“Okay,” Marcus said distracted.
I was the only one looking when I saw the wolf running off.
“This will be good,” I said. “Try to make a fire and set up camp, okay?”
“Okay. You’re going hunting?”
“Yes.” I grabbed my bow and quiver of arrows and three knives. I was trying to smell the wolf’s trail. Then I saw it, dead looking on the ground. I stabbed it to make sure it was dead. After that I shot three squirrels, and seven sparrows.
When I went back to camp, Marcus was struggling with the fire.
“Let me,” I said and made a fire within a minute.
“How did you do that?”
“Practice, I guess.”
I was skinning the wolf while Marcus tried to make something for the wolf to set on while it cooked. When I finished skinning, I went to find some forked sticks and one straight stick. While the wolf was cooking, I watched the sunset. Marcus came by me to watch it. He was oddly quiet.
“Marcus, is everything okay?” I asked him.
“Yes. Why?”
“You’re oddly quiet. It worries me.”
“Don’t be. I’ve been… thinking.”
“About?”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
I stared at him and then I checked the wolf.
“Come and get it, Marcus.”
Marcus walked over and watched me cut the wolf up. I gave him some wolf first. While I ate I had to close the gap between us.
I laughed a sad laugh, “This reminds me of the time of the bear attack. You know, when I won. Bear steaks and a nice bear coat. I wonder what happened to it.”
Marcus shrugged. I felt as if he was keeping something from me but I let the thought go.
After we were finished eating I watched the stars. I was still cold even though I was in my sleeping bag. Marcus saw me shivering and took something from his bag. When he came closer I saw it was the bear coat. I stared at him astonished.
“My bear coat,” I whispered.
“I brought it just in case,” Marcus said.
I smiled though he couldn’t see it, “Thank you, very much.” I hugged him and took the coat. But then, “You take it; you might need it more than I will.”
“No. You need it now and I’m fine on my own.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks again.” I put it on and it brought sudden warmth to my body. I hugged Marcus again and I kissed his cheek. “Good night, Marcus.”
“Good night, Elizabeth .”
That night I had terrible nightmares of bears tearing me to shreds. When I woke screaming, Marcus was away watching me.
“Sorry, but you were whimpering in your sleep so I thought I should wait for you to wake up.”
“It’s okay Marcus. I am actually glad you’re here. You know, next to me.”
“Thanks. So, what was your dream about?”
“It was about bears ripping me up like I was paper. I have that dream often but not like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you were there next to me, holding my hand saying, ‘At least we’re dying together’.”
“Weird.”
“It is.”
“Do you need a hug? I can tell because of your face expression.”
“Yes.”
I hugged him and it felt normal. Like we were a family or we were something more. I let go, but he wouldn’t.
“You can let go now.”
“Oh,” Marcus finally let go. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. What time is it?”
“Five o’clock. Why?”
“I just wanted to know.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going back to sleep. Can you wake me up at seven please?”
“Sure.”
I had a short but good dream. The dream was about Marcus. And me. We were together, alone and we were happy and grown up. It was then I was shaken awake.
“What did I do now?” I said as an instinct that came from the orphanage treatment.
“You slept,” Marcus replied.
“Oh, sorry,” I rubbed my eyes. “It’s an old habit from the orphanage.”
“No problem,” Marcus handed me a canteen, the one thing I had forgotten to bring.
“Thanks,” I took a long drink from it. “Can you please get in my bag and get my notebook and pen?”
“You brought a notebook?”
“Just do it, please.”
Marcus got the notebook and handed it to me. When I opened it, the letter Mother Sarah gave me that was in there fell out. Marcus picked it up and read it.
“Where did this come from?” he asked.
“Mother Sarah, our first stop.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t tell you so you would be worried.”
“I want to help you and you hide stuff from me,” Marcus yelled at me
“I did it for you, so you wouldn’t worry about what would happen to me,” I was crying. “Maybe I shouldn’t have even invited you.”
“I would have come even if you hadn’t invited me.”
“Why then?” I yelled. “Why?”
Marcus didn’t answer. He was staring at the ground, blushing. I grinned and walked up to him.
“I’m sorry. I really am. Do you forgive me?”
“Yes. Do you forgive me?”
“Of course I do.”
Marcus whipped a tear from my face and hugged me. I couldn’t let go from him but it was then I heard a roar of a bear, close.
“The cub,” I whispered. I looked at Marcus but I could tell he didn’t know what to do. Then I made a quick plan.
“Get in a tree!” I yelled at him.
“Why?”
“Do you want to be killed be that bear?”
Marcus didn’t need any more encouragement and he climbed a tree as fast as possible. I took a deep breath. I remembered that I told Marcus that I would die defending him first. I was going to keep up to what I said. I got my bow and knives, knowing what would happen. A tear trickled down my cheek. Then I saw it bounding toward me.
It was bigger than the first on I had fought against. Yet I was ready to die, fight, and kill. I climbed up the nearest tree, doing what I did before, and left the bow in the tree. I threw a knife to distract it. Then I jumped on it and stabbed it, remembering it was for Marcus’s safety. I jumped off reaching for my bow. Then I felt it. The claws on my back on the opposite shoulder going down my back to my hip hurt so badly I knew I would die. I grabbed my bow, shooting at an eye. I shot at the other. Then, finally I shot the forehead. I jumped out of the tree’s safety and stabbed it in the neck.
I smiled knowing I had finally met my end. I had saved Marcus, and I was dying. I saw Marcus coming down from the tree and running to my side. I smiled my last smile. He said something I couldn’t make out. Then I blacked out.

 

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While I was unconscious, I had some sort of dream. I was a spirit looking down at my body. I saw Marcus tending to my wounds, trying to wake me, trying to make me eat and drink. I tried to speak but I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of Marcus sobbing and willing me to wake. Am I dead, I think.
Then I hear a voice in my head, No, child, you are not. I turn around and see a beautiful woman with my hair and eyes. I know who she is immediately.
Mom, is that you? I don’t know if spirits can cry, but I think mine was.
Yes, it is. We are both on the doorstep of death. I have come to speak with you. Your father would have come but he is awake, trying to make a plan.
What do you mean? Aren’t you dead?
No. The man that was supposed to have killed your father and me is keeping us captive, waiting for you.
I don’t get it. Why isn’t he trying to kill you?
He is waiting for you, like I said before. She looks down at my body. You are waking. Remember, we are alive and we need you to find us. I miss you so much and so does you father. By the way, Marcus is a nice, sweet, and handsome boy. And he needs to tell you something special, you know. Bye, sweetheart. I’m watching over you.
Wait!
It was then I woke up, panting hard. I saw my hand linked with Marcus’s. I was about to say something, but I realized he was exhausted and asleep. I smiled at him, thinking about how I saw him sobbing in my dream. I tried to get up but when I moved a sharp pain ran up my back causing me to call out and wake Marcus.
“Oh, sorry,” I said.
He just stared at me for a minute. When he realized it wasn’t a dream he smiled and cheered. “I thought you were gone from me,” he said.
I shook my head, “I have been watching, I think.”
“What do you mean, you think?”
I told him about my dream while Marcus helped me into a comfortable position. I left out the part where my mom told me Marcus loved me. Marcus was very confused so he made me repeat the story two more times.
“You’re sure it was your mom?”
“Yes. And she’s alive. So is my father.”
“And you were watching me care for you?”
“And sob a little, if you really did.”
Marcus blushed, “What if I did?”
“Then I am very happy you did. Besides, you wouldn’t know the way back if I wasn’t alive. And you’d be extremely annoying afterwards,” I teased.
“Oh, shut up.”
“Okay, okay. Did you get enough to eat?”
“Yes, I did.”
And we keep talking like that for a long time. It felt good talking about something other than my dream. Then after a while Marcus asks, “How’s your back?”
“Okay, I guess. Does it look bad?”
“Yes, well, I mean, it’s not in good shape. It’s okay, but it’s not that good.”
I consider it for a moment. Then I said, “Wait that does not make any sense whatsoever!”
“I know. It’s just so hard to explain.”
“Then show me.”
Marcus rummages for a mirror in his pack and gets out two. “Don’t scream.”
I giggle and look. It looked like I had my back made out of paper and I let someone cut up the paper. My back wasn’t raw or bleeding, but it was quickly healing. “What did you put on it?”
“Some sort of ointment there was in the first aid kit.”
“Well, look and find the scientific name for it.”
“Fine, fine,” Marcus was rummaging in his bag. While he was doing that, I was thinking about my mother’s spirit and what she said. “… He needs to tell you something special…” Did she really mean that? Is it true? Then I remember Marcus is sitting there trying to pronounce the name of the ointment.
“Say that again, please. I was…thinking.”
“Um, I can’t pronounce it.”
I laugh, “Why not?”
“I don’t know.”
I just sit there in my own thoughts. I wondered what my mom had meant by Marcus owing me. I ask out loud, "Do you need to tell me something, Marcus?"
“What?” he asks surprised.
Then I realize what I had said. I blushed and stammered. “Um, never mind, I was just thinking out loud.”
“No tell me what you said again.”
I sigh, “Do you need to tell me something, Marcus?” I realized I blushed a little more.
“Why do you want to know?”
“I was thinking. I wasn’t really asking I was thinking!” I yell too loud.
“Okay then! I’ll just leave you to your thoughts!” he yelled back and turned to leave.
“I’m so sorry,” I was crying. “It’s just…everything has changed. My life has been changing for the last seven and a half years. It’s too much to bear. I can’t live like this. I must hurry and find my parents before someone else sees me and throws me into another hard orphanage.” I could barely breathe. I was pouring my life out and he didn’t even turn around until I was done talking.
He just stared at me at first. Then he said, “I can’t say I understand that. But I know what it’s like to loose a loved one.”
I stared at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you know how you never see my dad?”
“Yes but-”
“He died in a car crash before I was even born. Actually it was when I was born. He was getting in his car to get to the hospital. When he started it, it, um, blew up.”
I could tell he was going to cry and I knew I would too. “Come here,” I said holding my arms out. He walked to me and hugged me. But it didn’t feel as good as it should. I called out in pain.
“Oh, my God! Sorry!” Marcus took his arms back too fast and I called out in pain again.
“Sorry! Sorry!” he said again.
Unexpectedly I started laughing. It was a crazy laugh and a crazy feeling. Something I never felt. But what was it? I had no idea and I didn’t care. When I saw Marcus’s face I kept laughing. He gave a nervous chuckle and I finally stopped.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t know. But do you feel what I feel?”
“It’s some sort of crazy feeling, right?”
“It’s not a crazy feeling. It’s…” he wouldn’t finish.
“You are so crazy,” I mumbled.
“I heard that,” he mumbled back.
“I’m going to sleep.”
“Why? You just woke up not even an hour ago.”
“I don’t feel good.”
“You okay, Elizabeth?”
“I’m fine, but thanks.”
“Thanks for what?”
“Caring for me and caring about me.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“How did I know you were going to say that?”
“Oh, just go to sleep.”
“Fine, I will.”
“See you soon,” was all I heard before I fell asleep.

I had an odd dream that time. It was like I was a spirit but I went somewhere against my will. I went far, it seemed, but then I came to a place that felt like home. Then I saw him. It was a man with a stern face and angry eyes. Then when I looked around I saw my mother, awake this time.
“You will never find her!” she yelled. “Never!”
“I won’t,” the man murmured. “She will find me.”
That was when I realized who he was. I don’t know how but I knew he visited me at the orphanage when I was little. One day he tied to take me away and hide me. Mother Sarah and another nun came running to get me and forbid the man to come back. Daniel. His name was Daniel. How I could remember after five years, I had no idea. Then I remembered my father.
I looked at him and saw he was asleep. When I looked beside me, there he was a spirit.
Dad.
Hello sweetheart. I’m glad you’re here.
But why am I here?
I called you here, like you called for you mother.
Called? Like a cell phone?
No I asked and you came even though you probably didn’t want to.
Oh.
I have information for you. It’s about our kidnapper. And Melissa
Like his name is Daniel and he called himself Uncle Daniel when he came to visit me. And he wants me to save you, which I will. And Melissa is my friend’s mother. And your best friend was her husband.
How did you-
I didn’t, it just came to me.
Well, you know all of that so I best send you away.
Wait!
What is it?
Where are you? I must know so I can come and rescue you.
I can’t tell you that. You are awaking! Good-bye, love. Marcus loves you, remember that.
How do you know Mar-?
I woke to a pain in my back from being roused from my sleep.
“What now, Dad?” I said still thinking I was dreaming.
“What? I’m not your dad. I’m your friend,” I heard Marcus. He said something else but I couldn’t hear it.
“Sorry. I had another visit but I visited somewhere.”
“You have to tell me this.”
So I told my story but I left out the parts about “Uncle” Daniel and the part where my father said Marcus loved me.
“Weird. Called, could that work for me?”
“Good question.”
“Should we try it out?”
“Yeah, if it works, then you can’t think anything you don’t want me to hear or else I’ll hear it, unless you want me to. Plus, we will look like spirits. It will be odd for you.”
“Odd is normal, now anyway.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because, everything you do is odd.”
“Oh, very funny.”
“It is.”
“Like, saving your life? That was odd?”
“No but-”
“And letting you live when I could have killed you when we first met was odd?”
“No.”
“Then what is odd about me.”
“Um, your, um…”
“Quit trying.”
“Okay, and sorry, you’re not odd; you’re the best girl any guy could be friends with.”
“Really?” I blushed.
“Really.”
“Aw, thank you.”
“It’s true.”
“Oh, quit making me blush!”
“Sorry!”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
Suddenly, I realize I don’t know what day it is, or what time. “Marcus?”
“Yes?”
“How long have we been gone?”
“Um, about four or five days.”
“How long was I asleep?”
“A few hours.”
“No, I mean after it happened.”
“What happened?”
“The bear attack, the one I saved you from.”
“Oh, about three days.”
“Three days?!”
“Yes.”
“Help me get up and pack; we have lost three days of hunting time. Time to find Sarah.”

Btw sorry it's so long but I've had this typed out for a day or so and I had it get it all out there!

 

Update!

It took us about five minutes to get me up. After three days of sleep I was still pretty sore. When I finally got up we made sure we had everything. When I tried to stand and walk on my own my knees became water and my feet buckled under me.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Elizabeth ,” Marcus said, helping me up.
“Yep,” I replied.
Marcus just stood there.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Help me walk, silly!”
“Oh, right! Sorry!”
It felt like forever before we finally came out of the woods. Marcus told me it was only and hour later, I thought he was lying. Once we came out of the woods Marcus suddenly pulled me back.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“You!” Marcus exclaimed.
“What?”
“You’re famous, remember?”
“So?”
“So, your hair and eyes are dead give a ways. We need hair dye and color contacts. Fast!”
For about thirty minutes I was stuck in a tree waiting for Marcus to show up. During that time I remembered a time during school. Bunches of boy were harassing me for money. I continued to tell them didn’t have any but they didn’t let up. They started to push me around and continued to ask me for money. I wanted to hit them but I knew something bad would become of it.
Then they grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. Their leader came up to me.
“Where’s the money your parents gave you?” he asked.
“I don’t have any. My parents set it in a bank where I can’t get to it,” I lied.
“I think you’re lying to us. Let’s see what you think about this.” His hand clenched into a fist and he swung at me.

 

Short update then a ? at the end!

I closed my eyes and braced myself for the hit but it never came. When I opened my eyes I saw Marcus holding the boy’s fist that would have hit me in the face.
“Let her go and get out of here now,” he said calmly, like nothing ever happened. Then I felt the pressure on my wrists leave and I heard foot steps running away.
“You’ll never get away with this, Marcus. And I will get some of your money, Elizabeth ,” said the boy.
I stared at him with cold eyes. “You really think so? Well, we’ll see about that,” I answered coldly. “Now, don’t cross my path ever again.”
“Or what?”
“You’ll see.” Then I laughed a cold laugh and he ran in fear.
“What will you do to him?” Marcus asked.
“Nothing. I’m just trying to scare him. And why did you save me from that punch? I could have defended myself, you know?” I asked.
“Remember? We’re allies.”
“Right, thanks.”

Oooooh thoughts about those two! What do you think is happening between them?

 

Bumps?

 

No bumps? 