NaNoWriMo

It's NaNoWriMo a.k.a where lots of people try to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of November. And this year, I'm going to do it. I've been saying I'll do it for years, but this year, I can just feel it. Something's different. I'm going to do it. Let's hope I'm this motivated in a week ha! So, now I'm going to have weekly NaNoWriMo updates here on this blog of mine! Join me on my journey! Start a novel yourself! Let's chat about it! Woo!

In the spirit of NaNoWriMo, here's something I've been working on, but not my project for NaNoWriMo. I hope you don't think it's ridiculous. I'm playing with the idea of what happens when what you thought was true love at 12 shows back up when you're 22. Yeah!

My veins were going to start a protest soon. A full fledged marching around with signs and banners fight for their right to party. Actually just for the right to be able to do their job, and take away that nasty oxygen depleted blood. They'd probably borrow some acid from my stomach to use as ink, and indigestible carrot bits for the signs. As for their march, well they'd be able to make it all the way from Toe Avenue to Armpit Express. After that though is where the trouble began. Five meaty officers stood, arms crossed, feet dried into the cement from ages ago. They weren't going to move anytime soon. My veins would try in vain to find away around but as the officers closed in, tighter and tighter, their strength somehow multiplying over time instead of decreasing, my veins would find they had no choice but to stay put, swelling while they looked on helplessly at their brothers on the other side.

 "Either you let go of my arm, or I'll chew your nasty sausage fingers off," I growled. A tighter grip and look of amusement were my only reply. I apologized in advance to my taste buds as I let my jaw muscles show off. The surprised scream and sudden release of my arm were all the apology they needed. My feet went backwards, getting me as far away from my captor as possible. But they also led me straight into another one. I jumped, turning quickly to get a glance at this beefy man while remembering an even angrier one lurked behind me. Each man stretched forth an arm about to grab me again. I ducked down, trying to get away.

“Stop!” a voice rang out. I knew that I sure didn't listen to random voices commanding me in the street, so why should this be any different? I closed my eyes and tensed up, preparing to be grabbed again. One. Two. Three. Nothing. I peeked out of my left eye just the slightest bit. Two huge forms stood above me, but stayed still. My right eye opened to confirm the absurdity my left had just taken in. But it was true. Nothing was happening. Ever so slowly, I inched backwards on my crouched legs to get away from the men, then stood up.

I'm not exactly sure what happened next because my eyes were watering slightly from being held shut so tight. But, a third figure moved forward, gasped, and then slapped the men that had been holding and almost holding me captive. Then the figure raced over to me, grabbed my hands, and began to kiss them. With sloppy, wet, sticky kisses.

“I'm so sorry my love, so sorry. I don't know why they grabbed you so hard and scared you like that, they will be punished for their actions don't you worry. Oh my love, it's you, I can't believe it's you. I'm so happy to be reunited at last.” I yanked my hands away violently and was about to rub my eyes clean with them, but then thought better of it since they were covered in nasty stranger saliva. Improvising, I yanked down my jacket sleeves to cover my hands, and then wiped my eyes. Then proceeded to cuss out this creep.

“Who the HELL are you to just come up to me and have your big dopes grab me? Who do you think you are? Some mafia wanna be? Then you think you can just come right over here and kiss me like I'm some damsel in distress? Oh hell no!” By the end of my rant I was screaming. Naturally, everyone walking by just glanced at me from the corner of their eyes, and then kept right on walking. That's city life for you.

The creep in front of me did the weirdest thing. He just stood there and stared. His mouth parted open a bit. I caught a glimpse at his freakishly white teeth and, was that a diamond on one tooth? OH geez, some creep with a diamond encrusted tooth was kissing me and I couldn't even remember what kind of people got diamond teeth. Was it pimps or gangsters? Or stuck up rich rappers? And why did I only focus on extraneous details, and not the important things?

“Amelia! What has happened to you! Here you are standing in the street, talking about places that shouldn't come up in everyday conversation. And your clothes, your hair, this place! I can't believe it!” Diamond tooth looked like he was about to have a conniption. He stood, his arms going up and down as he looked me over and over again. I would have felt very uncomfortable if it weren't for the fact I'd thrown on my baggy Star Trek t-shirt today which masked all my feminine curves that diamond tooth was probably looking for. I was actually more bothered that he called me Ameila. Nobody called me that, in fact most people didn't even know that Eli was just a nickname. (They usually had a harder time figuring out I was an Eli like LLLLLL-EEEEEE rather than EEEEEE-LIE)

So how did this freaky diamond toothed stranger on the street know my full name?

“How do you know my name?” This stopped diamond tooth's hand movements. It stopped everything altogether actually. He just stood there and froze. The color drained from his face. We stood there in the silence. I didn't say anything, just waited for the answer that I knew would come. Finally, some color returned to diamond tooth's face.

“You, you don't remember me?”

“No. . . Should I?” Instead of replying, diamond tooth held out the palm of his hand. I glanced down at his hand, saw that it was cleaner than I expected, then went back to our unofficial silent staring contest.

“Amelia, look.” He grabbed my hand, turned it palm up, and pointed to the space between my ring finger and pinky. There was a little birthmark there.

“Look, if you're here to tell me about melanoma or something-” He cut me off, and pointed to the spot between his ring finger and pinky. Right there, in the exact same spot, was the exact same birthmark.

“Amelia it's me. Roger. Your soulmate.” I stared at the birthmarks for a moment. That forgotten bastard child recognition decided to pay a visit. Images of fire, stars, and colors so bright you could practically taste them played across my vision. And Roger's face appearing over and over with all of them. The memories hit hard from the cage where I'd buried them, and they weren't too happy with me. I must have made a face of some sort because the corners of Roger's mouth turned up in the beginnings of a smile. He turned back towards the huge men and said, “See, I told you she would never forget me.”

I locked my knees right then in hopes that I would pass out.

A bell rang as the door to the burrito place we'd been standing in front of opened. A man in chinos and a blue baseball t shirt came out. Ever so carefully he balanced a burrito bowl, nachos with extra sour cream, and two carnitas tacos all on top of each other. The front pocket of his pants bulged unnaturally with spare change, his receipt, and a pack of spearmint gum. Usually he wouldn't have carried any of those, he would have tossed the receipt, left the change, and preferred peppermint to spearmint, but they weren't for him. They were for me. Along with the burrito bowl.

Seth took one look at me and the three men surrounding me, one of whom was still holding my hand, and calmly set down the food along with his backpack. I almost let out a giggle, whatever was going on, Seth wasn't one to waste food especially Mexican. "Eli?" He asked taking a step closer. Before I could form words, Roger's two bodyguards stepped forward blocking Seth from seeing me.

"Amelia? Who is this?!" Roger demanded. My mind raced. I had to watch my words or else Roger would have Seth squeezed to a pulp. Seth had other ideas.

"I'm her boyfriend. I think I should be the one asking who you are. Now if you could please let go of her hand before I go to the police, that'd be great." Everything happened rather quickly. Roger made a hand gesture and each of his minions grabbed one of Seth's arms, lifting him off the ground. I shot forward as Roger wrapped his hands around my arm.

"Amelia, you either come with me, or we'll treat your little boyfriend here the same way we did the Louts. I know you remember that story," Roger hissed in my ear. I tried yanking away from him as hard as I could, but Rogers hand stayed put.

"What do you want from me? What are you doing here?" I hissed back. He seemed hurt by my question.

"You know why I'm here, I always promised that I'd come back for you. Did you not think I meant it?" My glance towards Seth was all the answer he needed.

"We'll then. You know the punishment for such things. . . I had never dreamed of such things ever happening in my time, to me." Roger grabbed my chin ever so gently and made me look into his eyes. He was crying. Tears rolling down his cheeks crying. I was taken aback.

"Amelia, you know that I must kill you both. You know I can do it in the most horrible ways imaginable. Amelia. Please. Reconsider." Well, that escalated quickly. "Reconsider what! I haven't done anything! Until two minutes ago, I thought you were some figment of my imagination, some crazy realistic dream! And now you're standing here saying you're going to kill me!" My voice had risen on those last two words, loud enough for Seth to hear. He started fighting back harder, and then gave a little screech of pain as the grip on him tightened.

"Wait! You mean, you thought it wasn't real?" Roger asked. "No," I said. Something funny happened. Roger smiled. "We'll then maybe all hope is not lost! I'll show you, I'll make you remember, make you believe again. I knew you could never betray me like that!" Roger clapped his hands giddily. "Come boys, were taking Miss Amelia home!" The minions grunted in reply. Seth started kicking his legs wildly.

"What about him?” a minion asked.

"Oh that is a very good question," Roger stroked his chin as if he was deep in thought. "We haven't had anyone in the dungeons lately. Lets take him with. That way, in the event things do go south, we won't have to find him again. Plus he's seen too much, much too much." Before I had a chance to open my mouth to protest, Roger placed his pinky finger ever so lightly on the base of my neck.

"Go to sleep my love. When you wake up, everything will make sense again." With that, my wish to pass out was granted.