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| Jazer; A short story prequil to Save Me | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 9 2010, 09:02 PM (362 Views) | |
| Tim "J" | Apr 9 2010, 09:02 PM Post #1 |
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Tim "J" Campbell
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This is a preliminary chapter to Save Me, the official novel. This is a short story that preliminaries and clarifies what happened with Jazer. Some explanation to how he ended up the way he is in Save Me, and also clarifies some other plot points in the story. Jazer and those who surround him are extremely christian. So just a word in advanced for anyone offended by that fact, there is a lot of God talk in this story. C= Please enjoy, and please do comment. If something doesn't feel right, or even if something seemed really cool to you, I have to know, even if you feel like your being a jerk. D= Your critique matters. Thank you. ^_^ ----------------------------- Jazer Ding……..ding……ding…..Jazers guitar echoes through the large empty sanctuary of the Discovery Church, plucking and picking away at one single string. Precariously he leans on his chair, his eyes deep in silent thought. The large warm empty room like a second home, a place he can think in peace. As the sanctuary doors open, they make a large squeal, the hinges swinging open the large strong panels of steel and wood. "Jazer?" Echoes a voice. Jazer doesn't even flinch. Through the door walks Micheal, with her dark leather pants shifting as she walks down the aisle toward the troubled fox. She walks past all the pews, Jazer never so much as lifts his head. Micheal takes a chair from the stage and daintily sits herself beside him. "You need a talk?" Jazer misses his cord and hits a lower note. He pinches his nose, and scrunches his face. "Nothing." "Nothing?" Micheal looks over Jazer perplexed with his answer, Jazer continuing to pluck his guitar. "You mean, you have nothing to talk about?" "I mean…I don't want to talk about it." "I I'm…sorry." Micheal ties her hands together embarrassed. "Are you sure? You look-" "N, no I'm fine." Jazer started plucking a few more notes. Micheal took a sigh. "…no you're not." With a grunt, Jazer drops his guitar on the ground. "What do you want?" Micheal retracts frightened. "I'm sorry! You look so…miserable, I don't like seeing miserable." Jazer rubs his arms together. "Listen, Micheal, I…can't talk about it with you." "I won't tell anyone." Micheal pretends to zip her mouth shut. "You have my word. Please just tell me what's wrong." Jazer sighs. "I don't know, Micheal. I just feel down…depressed…that's all." Micheal smiles. "Then what are you doing glooming around like this?" Micheal suddenly jabs Jazer in the shoulder. "TAG! Your it!" She runs down the aisle, leaving a surprised and laughing Jazer, rubbing his arm in pain. "What!?" "Play with me! Chase me to the gym, I'll put on some music and we can DANCE!" Jazers eyes pop wide open, this sounds like a good idea. "You better run." Micheal yeeps, and starts scrambling to the gym, Jazer chasing very close behind. Very soon, Jazer and Micheal dance away in the gym, with some of their favorite music blaring through the air. Both very exuberant dancers, they often ran into each other, then laughed it off and continued dancing. But then, on complete accident, Jazers hand grazed Micheal's chest. Micheal yeeped and backed away a bit. She laughed and continued to dance. Jazer…did not. He fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, holding his hand. Micheal stopped. She shut off the music with a remote, and knelt beside him. "Jazer! Are you okay?" Jazer sat up straight, but his head was tilted down almost ashamed. "…I'm not…" Micheal looked at Jazers hand. She connected the correlation. "…you're not just depressed…are you?" Jazer took a deep breath. "…you know that…if I was still with my father…right now…as the prince…I would've been married 2 years ago. My father would've chosen me a wife...flying fox's are very close knit, and no…no other animals even likes us…I haven't had so much as a girlfriend…since I left the cave…" Jazer crossed his arms tightly. "Not even my stardom has gotten me anyone…flying fox's are so unliked, there is no amount of music that can attract these women…" Jazer looked directly into Micheal's eyes. "…Except you." A light bulb shines in Micheal's head. "OH. Well, Jazer…" Another light bulb. "OH!!" She bites her fingernail. "So that's why you couldn't…talk to me about it...I'm the one depressing you." Jazer takes a deep sigh. "…one touch, and I'm down like an anvil. You're not mad are you?" She waves her hand around. "Oh no, no no no no no. It was bound to happen. Kind of funny, actually. Either me or Emily, and I know you don't like Emily so, I should've figured. The touch thing, kind of creepy, but." Jazer grabs his own head incredibly embarrassed, Micheal grabs him laughing. "I'm kidding!! I studied Flying Fox genetics in high school, I know your drive is extreme. Sometimes…violent." Jazer rolled his eyes. "It was like something was burning in my hand, and something had punched me in the stomach." Micheal rubbed Jazers shoulder. "I'm sorry." "Please don't do that." Micheal took her hand away. "Sorry." Micheal sighed. "You can't keep living like this." Jazer laughed. "And what, exactly, do you propose I do? Go back to the cave? Nah uh. I'm not bowing to my father and beg for a wife." Micheal rubbed her own head. "Normally I would have a conversation where I'd make it clear how, you know, women aren't objects, and your wife is a sacred partner and all that jazz, but…you already know that." Jazer grunts. "…I guess I'm…just scared…I'm scared I won't find anyone…I'm scared you're the…ONLY person in this whole wide world who can love me…" "Oh give me a break." Jazer's eyes popped, as Micheal actually looked annoyed. She came in closer. "What is God?" Jazer becomes a bit confused, suddenly talking about God. He thinks for a moment. "Wah…uh...I am?" Micheal gives that a bit of thought. Then shrugs. "True. But God is something specific. He is abundant with it, and he never runs out for anyone." Jazer shook his head. "I'm not in the mood for puzzles." Micheal moved in even closer. "Love." Micheal sweetly rubs Jazers cheek with her right hand. "God is love. He knows you're lonely, he knew you would be before you were born." She put her hands at her sides. "You gave your life to God, now let him do the work. Trust him, you're faith will save you." Jazer sighs and looks to the side. Micheal immediately redirects him. "I'm serious. You think God will give you any less than what you need? If you need a wife, God will give you a wife. If you don't have a wife." She shrugs. "You don't need one. Not right now." Jazer grabs his head. "But what if he never brings one because in his eyes, I never "need" one!" "Did I not just say God is love!?" Jazer backs up a bit. Micheal sighs. "He loves you, Jazer! He wants the best for you! He would not leave you high and dry like that. Satan would, God wouldn't. Just keep praying about it, and trust him! He'll give you a girl, the perfect girl for you. She's out there, I know she is." Jazer crosses his arms again. "…that girl can't be you?" Micheal scratches her head. "Jazer, I…don't go for the bad boys. I've lived quite a different life. When I find my guy, I want him to be…well…I already know what I'm looking for…rugged and charming isn't exactly it." Jazer couldn't help but giggle. "You called me charming." Micheal rolled her eyes. "You know, I think you should go to Greg and talk about this. Guy to guy. I don't know, maybe you should hook up with your father-" "NO!" Jazer yelled. "I'm not going back to my father. I left that…cave for good." Micheal raised her hand up, trying to calm the excited Jazer down. "He's your father. I happen to know your father really loves you. He may know how to help you coup." "He'll just suggest a wife." Micheal shook her head. "…well it wouldn't hurt to try, Jazer." Micheal nearly stood up, though just…hesitating for a minute. "…you know…you're not the only one deprived of love in their life. Everyone in this group is playing hide and seek, trying to find somebody…me especially." Micheal sported a saddened look, but quickly put on a smile and stood up. Jazer felt a little…sunk. He didn't really consider her loneliness as well. Yet, she's never sad for more than a few seconds…then a joyful smile fills her face again. Her happiness never seems to fade for long. Jazer scratched his own arm in perplexed thought and consideration. "She's never had a boyfriend…she's always been all alone, and yet…I'm worse than she is." He takes a deep breath of air. "…if Micheal could find a way…" Jazer stands up diligently. "…so will I." Micheal stands in the middle of a hallway, looking at a picture that interested her. She looks over it very intrigued. Jazer passes by her, and stops for a minute. "You know…if you're looking for some guys, I can get the word out for you." Micheal shakes her head. "I don't want anyone to worry about me and my "guy" problems, Jazer. Not even Greg knows, I shouldn't of…" She sighs. "…You tell anyone about my problem, and I'll tell Greg you touched my boob." The moment got eerily quiet. Jazer blinked. "…touché." "Good day, Jazer." "Heh. Good day." Jazer went on his way. Micheal giggled, as she continued to observe the decoration. She knew Jazer didn't really care if her brother Greg found out…but she also trusts him enough to keep it a secret anyway. Confidently, Micheal hums her favorite song in the empty hallway. What an incredible memory. We spent so long together…I remember it like it was yesterday. But it was so long ago. This guilt would've killed me if she hadn't forgiven me. If her brother hadn't forgiven me. Ha, my hand grazing her sacred part seemed so small…compared to something much more horrible years later. I was so blinded by the devils call to war, I didn't even recognize her when I… Now I'm Here, in Sing Sing Prison, where I spend time behind these bars, incarcerated for my confession to murder. I don't know how Greg could've ever forgiven me. But there he was, on the other side, believing me when I say "I'm sorry." Either he's a fool…or the boldest dude on the face of the earth. When one follows forgiveness like Jesus, I have seen solid minds so powerful they rock the world backwards. Me included, when I forgave my father. When all I had to worry about was my crush on Micheal, times were much simpler. Now I'm not so sure…at least now that I'm being punished for my cruelty, I won't feel like hiding anymore. A clear conscious and a clear mind. Still, without forgiveness, self and otherwise…there would be no coming back. I start humming that song Micheal hummed in the hallway, as I passed by her looking at the painting. My voice creeps louder, as I become more entranced with the song. It is a happy song, like most of Micheals song. Her lovely spirit infected everyone around her. I think I'm ready…ready to leave this cell, and go outside for the first time. I'll go to the exercise field, and meet my new cell mates for as long as I remain here. For now, I should stop. I hear my neighbor growling through the wall. I'm probably keeping him awake. The next morning I walk out of my cell for the first time, and into the field. Many people are on exercise equipment, some are just running. Many others are just standing around, talking. Those are the "leaders." They are higher authority figured on the totem pole of lawless establishments and street gangs. I notice some people playing cards on tables set up outside. They're probably my best bet for friends and information in here, intellectuals. I start walking towards them, shaking my hands ready. I can't believe I'm doing this. I look to my right to see if anyone has any objections. That is not what I see. I stop suddenly. I can't feel my jaw, it's undoubtedly hanging open. I can't blink. I can't breathe. I feel like my guts have been hit with lightning. I am being approached by the most gorgeous women I have ever seen. Dark gray fur. Light grey face. Properties of a wolf and a chipmunk mixed together. Her eyes are mesmerizing, they just take me in. They remind me of a wide crystal clear ocean on a light spring day. Her shape, wow! Her fur is spiked on her head like a wild thing, and her posture is so athletic, confidence beaming out of her. Fit, upright, bold. She's coming right my way. The moment almost makes her appear to be flowing in the wind. I should let her pass, but I can't move. I stare. She comes closer. When she comes within a foot of me- WHAM!! What…happened!? My face suddenly hurts, and I'm flat on the floor. I feel the bruise in the shape of a fist. I look around, and she's walking away from me, like nothing happened. Someone at the table is laughing hysterically, and I look up. "What just happened?" "She leveled you to the ground with one swing! Hahahahaha!" Leveled me!? She punched me in the face!? "Why!?" "You were in her way." Said someone else at the table, as he leaned forward with his hand full of cards placed on the table. "That was Kerri. Kerri Coyote, newbie." I stand myself up again, brushing off my fur. "You speak as if I should know her." "If you don't, then you don't come from the street, don't ya?" Another member chimed in, putting down his cards as well. "Ever heard of a gang called Venge? Of course you haven't…Venge is the most successful, daring, and dangerous gang arguably in the world. They consist of only hundreds of members, but they rise like they're in the thousands. Stealing more money than the mafia, gaining government grade technology. They're ruthless, unforgiving, borderline barbarian. They're best method, they poke the blame for all of their crimes on another gang called the "Howling Buzzards," and keep themselves relatively unknown to the general public." He firmly points to Kerri's direction. "She is the one who started the whole gang. She's the kingpin, the lead hancho to the entire Venge gang, like the godfather. It's like being in the presence of a super celebrity for many prisoners here…a serious threat to many others." With a sigh he picked up his cards again. "And you just got in her way." I look again towards the direction this…Kerri Coyote had gone to. "…whoa." I don't know the deal with all this stuff about her being the leader of some sort of super gang, but all I know is what I felt when I saw her. She was something special; something more than meets the eye. That night as I went to go back in my cell, for the first time I saw who my neighbor was that I kept up last night. What!? It's HER! Oh my gosh, Kerri Coyote is my neighbor!? What are the chances…and I kept her up last night. Oops. I sneak back into my room, hopefully she didn't see me. I close the cell door, and cuddle into my blankets. Wow, the great head gang leader Kerri Coyote by my cell. I wonder what she does during the day…I wonder why she's in jail. If her gang is so successful, why is she here? It's so puzzling. Even more puzzling though, what happened to me outside today? The sight of her almost paralyzed me. I froze, and I got floored for it. I was so paralyzed I couldn't even respond. Normally, I would've fought back, but something held me…wait. I'm not singing…yet I hear my voice. What? I listen closely. Closer. It's coming from my wall. I listen even closer, and yes it's definitely coming from this wall of my bed. Actually, it's coming from the other side of this wall. It's coming from…Kerri's cell. Kerri Coyote…is listening to…my music? She's listening to one of my songs about being lonely… Strange, she didn't even recognize me on the field, yet she listens to my albums. Faintly I can hear her talking on the other side. "…Jazer…I would've been your girlfriend…" WHAAAT!? I need to hold my mouth to keep my words inside. My stardom. My fame. It has indeed done what I never thought it could do for me. It has attracted one. Someone loves me, listened to me, and responded! Despite me being a flying fox. Normally, who cares, stars get lots of women who "love" them. I don't. This is the first women to look at me, and have any feelings for me. Maybe she didn't recognize me because she doesn't care what I look like, or what I am…she likes who I am. Granted, best case scenario. But look at me, I'm in jail. She's in jail. I have time to kill…might as well try. Alright, next day, I'm ready to hop. Out of my little cubby of a cell again for the second time to meet this Kerri Coyote. Here she comes, beaming in the bright sun. Her orange jumpsuit really looks great on her. Better than on me, I look terrible. She's in the company with two other prominent leaders, one of them I very much recognize. A mafia boss, one who hires hit men. I only recognize him because he tried to get me killed once. Wow, she has some connections. They finally disperse, good. I don't want to meet her while in the presence of…well while she's in a meeting. Here she comes, I better improve my impression. "Hi." As I get right into her face. Everyone stopped around me. Some dropped their weights. Kerri Coyote halted in place, and didn't lay one eye on me. I couldn't hear her breathing…I don't think she even is breathing. Anyone nearby backs off to do something else. Kerri doesn't flinch an inch. "…get out…of my way…" I giggle a little. I don't think she can do much to me. "I just want to talk." Before I know it, her hand is suddenly CRUSHING my throat! Dragged backwards, I hit a wall. Kerri holds me flat against the building cement, and doesn't even look at me in the eye. "I am tired of people thinking they can just walk up to me any time they wish. I am far too important to be talking to worms like you. You are going to leave me alone, or I'll eat both of your eyeballs for my lunch. I'll use the juices for soup. Don't talk to me again, newbie." Wow, she throws me down to the ground, and begins to walk away. Heck, I'm too stubborn to let something like that go. "HEY!" I yell while I clear my injured throat. I can see the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. I continue on anyway. "It's just talk. Give me a few minutes." Finally, she turns her head around, and looks me in the eye. "…are you an idiot?" "A little." I snidely respond. "I've been known to make bad choices." I can hear the faint growl in Kerri's throat. Her eyes burn through me like fire. I have never seen such a face; it is of pure hatred and darkness. "You wanna talk?" She swaggers towards me with a prominent pound with every step, her eyes scanning me up and down. I've seen this before, she's looking for where I'm not expecting her to strike. "…let's…talk." Here comes the weight shift. It's going into her left hand. There's the fist coming from her left side straight for my gut. In a flash of realization, I reach down and grab her fist, finally coming in tune with my elite ops training. "That's not what I meant." Kerri comes out of her dark state, and now instead looks completely blown away! Shocked, dazed, and confuzzeled. "How did you-" She brings around her right foot, which I block again. Even more quickly, Kerri starts delivering more strikes, shifting her weight this way and that to try and confuse me. But I can see through all her tricks, I'm in the zone now. Every fist, I block. Every kick, I deflect. Every trick, I foil. I tell you what, no wonder she's the leader of this gang, she fights like a cornered raccoon on steroids! She's fast, powerful, and extremely smart. I'm absolutely amazed by her precision. Unfortunately for her, my style is much more in tune than hers. She's raw talent, I have skill. I keep trying to stop the fight, but she keeps it going. Eventually we both find ourselves in the middle of the courtyard, of course everything around us is nearly completely destroyed as we fight through, but such is the way of fighting. Kerri is finally stopped by some guards. I get pulled back too, but it's Kerri who gets taken away. She screams, and hollers at me, telling me obscenities, as well as stuff like "you're a dead man" and stuff like that. I should be scared, but I was in a war for years with people telling me I was going to die. Death threats…not really a worry for me anymore. My main worry is I tried to make a good impression…and now she despises me. I don't think she likes loosing. That night, she didn't say anything to me as I passed by her cell. She kept herself wrapped up in a ball, looking infuriated at the bleak gray wall. Now I'm locked up for the night, and I don't think I can sleep…I'm not afraid, I'm worried about her. She's filled with so much anger and rage. Is this really the woman I was set up for? This can't be right…now not only is she angry, she's angry at me. What am I going to do now? She'll make the rest of my days here…horrible. I don't know what to do. Hmm? Knocking? There's knocking on my wall? I listen closer. It is knocking. "…hello?" "…hey." It's Kerri! She talks softly on the other side. I can barely hear her. "Kerri? Um…hi." "Where you learn to fight like that?" Oh my, she's talking to me! I can't mess this up. Oh but what the story of the century. Umm…"…I…was a soldier. An elite, I had special training. That was a long time ago." "A soldier, huh?" I could barely hear Kerri say on the other side. She didn't sound too convinced. "Why you in here, soldier boy?" "While I was a soldier, I did things I wasn't proud of. I'm here to make amends." "Sure you are." Kerri still doesn't sound convinced, more like annoyed. I don't know why she's even talking to me. "What about you? I hear you're a celebrity around here. Stolen millions of dollars, no gang dares challenge you. How did you end up here?" "Let's just say I lost my cut." Bunk, I hear Kerri's head lay against the wall. "…what happened?" "I got caught. I have no funds to bail, we have no bank accounts. Today I met with someone to do some…reminding to those who abandoned me, and caused me to get caught." "Reminding? Reminding of what?" "Why you never double cross me." Oh man…I swallow my spit. She plays hard ball. "What's your name?" Oh no. Kerri just asked my name. Is she going to believe me? I can't lie…oi, I'll just have to have faith in this. "…Jazer." "Jazer who?" "…just Jazer. It's my first, middle, and last name." There's an awkward silence. I don't hear Kerri speak for a while. I start to get real nervous. "…so…you hear me listening to Jazer, and you think you can start pretending to be him, just to get some kind of sympathy!?" Oh great, she doesn't believe me at all. "I'm not pretending. My name is Jazer, my best friend is Greg. He saved me, then started a band with me to spread the word." Slam, she punches the wall. "Just shut up, newbie. I try to talk to you, and you think me some kind of fool. I was considering making you a member of my gang. That'll never happen if you think I'm an idiot. Keep your mouth shut for the rest of the night!" She crashes herself into her bed, and I don't hear another word from her for the rest of the night. I do think I heard…whimpering though. It makes me really sad. Something is so…wrong…with Kerri Coyote. She's so angry, sad, confused. She is so powerful though. How can someone so powerful be so lost? What happened to her? The next day, I decide to do some research. I dig up anyone I can find willing to give information. I come across one person who has contacts within the Howling Buzzards gang, the one Kerri keeps crediting for her crimes. We meet at a dark corner, where no one can see or hear us. He's a little short, but has a level head. He looks me in the eye, and gives me the most interesting bit of information yet. "She used to be a member." "Really!?" "Yeah, man. She was a member of the Howling Buzzards for a few years. Then, she left, completely mad and delirious. Some say she went psychotic. She wants revenge over our gang." For what!?" I say, and I come closer in extreme interest. "Look man, that's all I can tell ya." I pull out a bill, and he takes it in a flash, looking around one more time to make sure no one was around. "Well you may of heard by chance that it was over a guy, if you know what I'm sayin'. Through some anonymous letter buried in the ground." "What guy?" "Some kind of husband. They were married, for over a year, happy as can be. But then one day, ZOOP! They're divorced, and Kerri is looking for revenge." I stand back a little. "…all this over a divorce?" "I gotta scat. See ya, Jaze, thanks for the green." As my informant leaves, I get a call over the intercom. Someone is here to see me. I begin walking to the visitors area, now even more curious over Kerri's mysterious ordeal…the sudden divorce, and sudden insanity. I arrive at the visitors area, and who else can it be. It's Greg, sitting at the table, waiting for me. I gladly sit down across from him, so happy to see a familiar face. "What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you for several weeks!" "I had to come Jazer, for one because it's good to see you again, and two there's been a change in…plans." "Change? What change?" Greg rubs his own cheeks. I recognize that as Greg's reaction to having to say something quite…uncomfortable. "...her uh…body wasn't…where they thought it was going to be. W we don't know where she is now…" He shakes his head around, and takes in a deep breath. "I'm moving the funeral date up so you can use your off site hours before they refill again." I'm…shocked. I really don't know wh…what to say really. I breath, slowly, trying to catch my breath. "…Greg…are you sure?" "Yes. I want you to be there, at your greatest convenience." My head almost hits the table, but I lift up, trying to keep my strength. "…Why? Greg, Why w...wh…I don't understand. How can you sit there…and say that? Why would you do this for me?" Greg shrugs. "I already told you why. Do I have to explain again?" "Anyone else would've crucified me." "Well Jesus did that for you already, so." Greg mentioned as he snickered. I try not to smirk, I'm trying to be serious here. Greg reaches his hand out to me. "Look, I know you regret what you did. Your repentance is written all over your face and actions. Putting yourself in jail, which you didn't have to do by the way. God taught me to live with unconditional forgiveness, to build, not tear down. It's inner strength that I hope you come to accept, and apply to yourself one day." Oh man. I smile a little bit, looking down at the table. "…I think I already have…" Greg and I talk for a little bit longer, and set the funeral arrangements. We shake, and I get up to part ways. Once I look back towards the cell area where I may be locked up again, I'm shocked to see Kerri Coyote. Standing, with the widest eyes I've ever seen. She just about hits herself on the way out, and drops something behind her. A guard picks it up, and in his hand it becomes painfully clear what it was. "….a knife." Kerri came to kill me. Probably would've tried to drag me away to some remote area of the jail and made it look like an accident. Something changed her mind though. She looked at me, and something clicked. "…Melody." Huh? I turn around, and Greg is still standing there. He looks rather disappointed. What was that he said? "Melody?" "That's her name…I'll never forget her face." What? "Melody? Her name is Kerri." "Kerri is her middle name." Middle name? "…and Melody is her first?" "Yeah. Melody Kerri Coyote, is her full name…I can't believe she ended up here. Last I heard, she completely recovered…" "Recovered? From the divorce?" Greg draws back in surprise. "Divorce!? She was married?" Oh my gosh! I knew it! "So it wasn't the divorce! Greg, what happened to her?" Greg scratched his head. "…it's…not an easy subject. I don't feel right talking for her. You better ask her yourself." I was afraid of that. "…if I do, she might try to kill me." "Or you could be the first real friend she's had in a very long time. Jazer, last thing I knew, you were her child hood hero." "I know, I heard her listening- hey, how do you know that?" "If there is anyone in this whole wide world she will open up to, it'll be you. Go to her." Gah, my head hurts. "I already tried telling her who I am, she doesn't believe me." "I have a hunch this time, you'll have better luck." Greg points up. I look to that direction, and Kerri is staring at me and Greg through a small window. Her wide curious eyes were near daunting. "So you believe you can get through to a criminal so violent and cold hearted, she leads an army of hundreds out of blind fear?" doubtfully says the warden, meeting with me at a table, as I try to get into Kerri's cell after she's been confined for constructing a plastic knife. "How could it hurt? I've already showed out in the courtyard I can handle myself against her." He grunts, tapping the table. He flexes his big mustache, trying to make a decision. "…alright, if anything will work with Kerri, I'll give it a try. Only because I know you're a good ma- er…fox." "War Fox." I correct. That day, they lead me to Kerri Cell, next to mine, and open it up to let me in. Kerri is curled up on her bed, not even her eyes are visible behind her knees. I've never seen her like this. "…Melody?" I hear a whimper in Kerri's voice. She tightens up more, clawing her legs as her grip grew. Huh, I sigh, and try to sit beside her. "Kerri. Please talk to me." "..N…Nothing." She muffles into her knees. I blink, confused. "…Nothing? What's nothing?" "wrong…nothing's wrong. Go away." "No." Kerri's eyes pop out from behind her knees. "Didn't you hear me? Nothing's wrong. Get out of my cell." "You look…miserable. I don't like seeing miserable. Please, tell me what's wrong." Kerri pounces up, and pushes me off her bed. "Get OUT!" She picks me up by my jump suit and throws me into the cell door. "Go AWAY!!" I signal to the guards to keep the door shut. "Kerri, look at you!" She grabs her head, I try to get my speech out before she can attack me again. "Is this how you plan to live the rest of your life? Hurting people, pushing everyone away?" "SHUT UP!!" Kerri picks up a paper filled clipboard on her sink, and flings it at me. I deflect easily. "Are you trying to destroy every relationship? Did your divorce hurt you that much?" Kerri then YANKED the sink out of the ground, and prepared to throw it at me. "YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!" "You're right!!" Kerri stops mid swing. "I don't know! No one knows!! Kerri, you can't be helped until you stop hiding." "I DON'T NEED HELP!!" "What about your family!?" Kerri's face changed from pure rage and anger, to pure sorrow. I continue the best I can. "Have you ever wanted kids? Huh? Kerri? Look at you! You think you're gonna magically change your ways when you have kids? You would hurt your own children!" Kerri almost completely stops moving. Her mouth is open, and her teeth are almost gritting. I hit…a very painful nerve. She doesn't even speak for several minutes. And then…"…eh…eheh.." She drops the sink behind her, with a thunderous RUMP. Kerri shuts her eyes, and tears start emerging from her lids. She can't speak, she can hardly breath. She holds her hands at the level of her chest, unable to hardly move. Anything that does come out of her mouth, is pure pain. After the shock has subsided, I trudge over to Kerri, and help her lay down on the ground. She covers her face, and finally she breaks into roaring tears. I've seen grown women cry, many times before, but…I have never witnessed so much pain. I sit beside her, and let her scream it out. I'm very wet from all the water spewing out of the broken sink, but I couldn't care less. Kerri needs my help. I invite Kerri into my own cell, after permission from the warden of course, where it's nice and dry. We sit on my bed, Kerri now in control of herself again. She lays her hands at her sides, and looks at the ground. A few tears still trickle down her face. I'm waiting. Waiting for Kerri to answer. I've been waiting for a while now, to hear something. Finally, Kerri takes in a notable breath. She turns to me, gently. "…I don't want to hurt my kids…" she wipes away a tear. I definitely hit a nerve. She has suddenly become committed to making a better mother, out of herself. I don't know why, but it doesn't really matter. I may find out in time. For now, I simply comfort her, trying to reassure her everything is going to change. We talk for a while, Kerri really does seem to desire a better life for herself. She's been on the streets pretty much most of her life, all she knows is how to be a thief. I hope I can change that. "So…because you saw Greg…now you suddenly believe me?" Hesitantly, I ask her. Kerri lets off a light sigh. "He saved my life when I was very little…I'll never forget his face." "He saved your life?" Wow. He never told me that. Kerri looks at me oddly. "…Jazer…you guys never seem to age. I thought for a while you just age gracefully, but….I looked at Greg, and he looks exactly the same." Figures. "Yeah…when I was still a soldier, I was given a serum to stop my aging. The rest of the group got the same serum. Me and Greg will stay the same age for the rest of our lives." Kerri lifts one of her eye brows. "I've never heard of such a serum." Hmph…I can't resist but ask. "..Kerri…tell me about the divorce." Kerri opened her mouth…but shut it again, biting her lip. She taps her knee a few times. "…that…is a much more personal question…I'll tell you some other time." Kerri stands up, and walks for the exit. She stops for a second…standing there. "…th…thank you…Jazer…for not giving up on me." She smiles, and leaves the room. Wow, finally a smile! She smiled at me!! What a blessing. I take a peak around the corner to get one last look at her…and I get my latest clue. I catch her holding her stomach, looking down at it in sorrow. She held it, like a pregnant women would. At first, I thought maybe she was pregnant! No…I found out later, not the case. I also find out she never had any kids with her X. Then I figured, well, she's thinking about her future kids…but no one rubs their stomach…unless they've already had one…in there. …oh my gosh. |
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| Skylar | Apr 10 2010, 06:27 AM Post #2 |
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I'm bordering on insanity. Why fight it?
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I like it but what does premimilary or whatever you said mean and couldn't you just put this in the "Save Me!" topic? |
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| Tim "J" | Apr 10 2010, 02:58 PM Post #3 |
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Preliminary: preceding and leading up to the main part, matter, or business; introductory; preparatory: preliminary examinations. So it's before Save Me, which is why it's not in the Save Me topic. Besides that, this is NOT for the fan story which is what's on here. This is for the new Novel I'm developing of Save Me. ^^; |
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| Skylar | Apr 11 2010, 11:59 AM Post #4 |
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I'm bordering on insanity. Why fight it?
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OHHHHHHH. AWESOME I LOVE IT |
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| Red Fox | Jun 21 2010, 01:41 PM Post #5 |
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just another silly scientist
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Ehehe...wait....so...umm..Xd i'm confused....yet other then that great start CLF. Hehe I did notice a few parts were they spoke whick missed the ending " to signify there done talking. |
[marq=left] [/marq]Oh my....I am shy......Xd but theres still a award for that? I'm still the same shy old fox just....not so much if a sciencey foxxy. welp nevermind.
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