Counting Down To Life Chapter 21

Chapter 21

April 26, 2017

Somewhere in Brooklyn’s mind

Brooklyn knew something was really wrong when she woke up the next morning and was still in the vision. She had never been in a nightmare for this long before, she’d never had to stay overnight in one.

The girl hated not being in control of her own body. It was like watching a movie from inside one of the characters. It was weird, and something Brooklyn wouldn’t want anyone else to experience.

One reason she wouldn’t suggest this experience for anyone was the fact that she was driving to someone’s house to murder a person. Brooklyn didn’t even know who this person was, just that his name was Darian Calano. She didn’t know if he had a family or a life, but Brooklyn knew she hated killing people that had changed their ways and created something for themselves.

Brooklyn pulled her other self’s unfamiliar black car into Darian’s driveway. Once the car was parked, Brooklyn got out of the car and walked up the path to the house.

The pavement was covered in chalk drawings of flowers and faces, and there were toy trucks in the grass. The kitchen light was on, and Brooklyn could see three people through the window.

There was a woman with straight brown hair and olive skin. She was holding a small boy in her arms as she danced around the room, probably making breakfast for the family Brooklyn was about to destroy. A man was sitting at the table, his blonde hair was bright in the early morning sun.

He was the one Brooklyn would have to kill. The little girl sitting in his lap would lose her father today. The woman would no longer have a husband, and the little boy wouldn’t have a father.

Seeing the family together made Brooklyn want Zora dead even more. He was willing to murder the father to two small children just to end a suspicion.

Brooklyn walked into the house, surprised this version of herself didn’t have enough decency to at least take Darian somewhere where his children wouldn’t see.

The moment Brooklyn came through the door Darian put his daughter on the ground and stood, so his body was shielding hers.

“What do you want?” Darian asked. The fear and recognition in his voice were apparent, and his daughter peeked out from behind her father’s leg, oblivious to what was about to happen.

“You’ve been free from the Lord for almost ten years, but now, he believes you are in contact with the Guardians. I think you can figure out what he ordered me to do,” Brooklyn said. She was trying even harder to take control of this Brooklyn, hoping she could stop herself from murdering this man.

Darian’s eyes closed and he took a deep breath.  “Tell him I’ve avoided any part of that world for a long time. The moment I left, I decided I no longer wanted any part of this unending war. It’s been almost a thousand years since it started, and I was there at the beginning. I got tired of it, so why would I contact a Guardian. I left, and I had no intention of going back. I go back to my nest every month to feed, but that’s all. I washed my hands of it,” he said, trying to convince Zora’s lieutenant not to take his life.

Brooklyn stared at the man but didn’t respond. Instead, she studied his face, looking for a hint of a lie, but there was none.

“I have a family, and I may not have had the pleasure to meet you before, but I have heard stories of the mercy you give to those you feel deserve it. Please, show me mercy. Don’t kill me,” Darian continued to plead. Brooklyn looked at his wife and children. The little boy and girl were watching silently, and his was shaking uncontrollably, the smell of burning pancakes filling the air.

“Come with me,” Brooklyn ordered. Darian nodded and followed her outside, looking at his wife with sad eyes. Brooklyn walked to a spot where no one would be able to see the two. “Get down. Look like you’re about to die. I don’t know if anyone is watching. I’ll bring your family out here when I’m done.”

Brooklyn pulled a small dagger out of her shoe and coated it in blood from the pouch in her pocket. She didn’t know why this Brooklyn kept blood in her pocket, but as long as Darian wasn’t going to die, Brooklyn didn’t care.

The lieutenant pressed the knife against the man’s neck. She dragged it across drawing a little blood. Brooklyn leaned down and said “Play dead. Take your family and leave, disappear. Zora will think you’re dead as long as you never come back. Change your name and do whatever you have to do.”

“Thank you,” he whispered. Brooklyn pressed a small metal package into his hand.

“Use this to contact me if you absolutely need it. Contact me once with this, I’ll give you a new one when or if I ever see you again. Only use it if absolutely necessary. Now, pretend you’re dead. The cut on you’re neck will bleed enough to make you look dead, but not enough to actually kill you.”

Brooklyn pushed Darian to the ground and walked back to the house where she would help the rest of his family disappear.  The girl explained to the family what she was going to do and what they needed to do. Darian’s wife, Elaine, understood and her children, Iona and Carey, looked like they had an idea of what was going on, but they looked terrified.

Brooklyn knelt in front of the two children. “You don’t have to be scared. I’m going to help you go somewhere you’ll be safe.”

Iona nodded, and Carey continued to tremble. Brooklyn looked up at Elaine. “Come, I’ll send you everything you need. Darian already has a way to contact me.”

Elaine nodded and went to where her husband was, and Brooklyn did the same thing to them that she did to Darian. When she was finished, she left, and as the girl had promised, Brooklyn packed a small bag of things the family would need and put it on Iona’s back, making it look as if Brooklyn had caught her when she was either coming home or going somewhere.

Brooklyn walked into the hospital where the next person on the list was. She didn’t know if Hagan Jaral was a doctor or a patient, but either way, she couldn’t afford to allow another one of Zora’s former minions to live.

Brooklyn asked someone at the front desk where Hagan would be, and she directed her to the Maloan’s room. According to the nurse, he was in a car accident and ended up brain dead. At least that made Brooklyn’s job easier. She didn’t have to kill anyone and could just go back to Zora.

Brooklyn sat with Hagan for a minute and then left to go back Zora’s fortress, or house as he called it.

Brooklyn sauntered into the alien’s office and dropped into a plush red chair in the corner of the room.

“Have you finished?” Zora asked.

“I did one more today. The other one was already gone, Hagan was in a car accident last week. The last two I’ll finish tomorrow,” Brooklyn explained before leaving, not waiting for a response from Zora.

Brooklyn walked into her room, changed into more comfortable closed and slipped under the soft sheets of her bed. The girl drifted to sleep with her head filled with thoughts about Darian and what would happen to him and his family.

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The Thor the Merrier: Part Four

Thor from Norse Mythology

            When they reached Valhalla, the grandest hall in all of Asgard, all the warriors who were eating jumped to their feet to greet their king. Valkyries, their helmets and armor polished and bright, stopped serving the warriors mead and immediately bowed to their king. Odin gave his subjects a benevolent smile before leading the Thors and Lokis to a private chamber at the back of the hall. The All-Father pulled a bag from his robes and emptied its contents onto a table. Runes inscribed in stone fell in a disorderly pile on the wooden surface.

            “I may have to look further than the runes to find the answers you seek,” Odin said to Frosty Loki and No-Mjolnir Thor, “but they should at least be able to prove if you are telling the truth about who you are . . .”

            Before Odin could do more than glance at the runes, there was a strange crackling noise and a hole appeared in the wall behind the table. However, it was not a hole that led to the outdoors,or another room in the hall – the hole opened into the room of a remarkably familiar spaceship, with a remarkably familiar living pile of rocks peeking out at the gods.

            “Hey, I think we found them – hey,guys! It’s me, Korg! Remember me? We all worked together to escape Sakaar and rescue the Asgardians.”

            “Korg!” No-Mjolnir Thor exclaimed. “How did you find us?”

            Another friendly face appeared form behind Korg – that of the slightly tipsy Valkyrie. “Your friend Heimdall somehow opened a portal to . . . wherever you are. It took us a while, since you seem to be in some sort of alternate universe.”

            “Well, I’m glad you have found us. I was starting to worry that we would never be able to figure out how to get back to the ship,” Frosty Loki said. He cast a sideways look at Odin. “No offense, All-Father. I’ve never been a big believer in runes.”

            No-Mjolnir Thor turned to Odin, Thor the Red, and Silvertongue Loki. “Dear friends . . . I cannot express how grateful my brother and I are for your help. We wish you fine mead and good food!”

            Thor the Red clapped him on the back. “Perhaps someday we can visit your own universe and see your Asgard!”

            No-Mjolnir Thor and Frosty Loki looked at each other. “Er . . . of course!” No-Mjolnir Thor said awkwardly. “It would be our pleasure!”

            With that, No-Mjolnir Thor and Frosty Loki stepped through the hole in the wall and back into the world where they were just Thor and Loki. The portal closed behind them as soon as they were through.

            Thor let out a deep breath and rubbed his eye. “Note to self – we are definitely not inviting our alternate reality selves to our Asgard for tea.”

~FIN~

Counting Down To Life Chapter 20

Chapter 20

 

April 25, 2017

Somewhere in Brooklyn’s mind

Brooklyn groaned as the bright sun shone on her face and practically burned her eyes out. She rolled over onto her stomach and slammed her face into her pillow. Brooklyn’s eyes began to shut as she happily fell back asleep, then she heard a voice screaming at her. Music, she realized, there was music playing in her room.

It was loud music, and Brooklyn hated it, but she knew she had to get up if she wanted the stupid noises to stop. At the same time, Brooklyn didn’t want to get up because that meant waking up completely.

Brooklyn groaned loudly, through her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She looked around the room. The plain white walls and black bed sheets were unfamiliar. Besides the bed everything in the bedroom was white. There were two nightstands, one on each side of the bed, a tall bookshelf, and a clean desk in the room, but none of it was familiar at all.

The girl didn’t remember checking into a new hotel, and it wasn’t her room at the hotel she and the others had chosen to stay at when they first got to San Francisco.

Brooklyn called for Atifa or tried to at least, but no sound came out. She tried again, but nothing happened. The girl attempted to walk around the room, but instead, she walked to the bathroom and began brushing her teeth, then her hair, and then she changed into an olive green tank top, leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and leather boots that went to her mid-calf.

It was an outfit like one she would typically wear, but she had never owned a green tank top or leather boots like the ones she was wearing. After pulling a long, sharp dagger out of one of the nightstand drawers and sticking it into her boot, so it was accessible Brooklyn realized what was going on.

She was in a vision. It made perfect sense. Brooklyn remembered collapsing at the mall, she was in an unfamiliar setting, and she had no control over her own body. Brooklyn was in yet another vision. The girl mentally screamed and figured there was nothing to do except wait for the nightmare to be over.

Brooklyn left the room and strutted to another room. This room wasn’t familiar, like the bedroom. It was a kitchen. There were windows everywhere, and it was bright and looked so happy.

Brooklyn walked into the room and stopped in front of a table. A man was sitting at the table with a box of cereal, milk, and orange juice.

“Good morning, sunshine,” the man said with a grin. “Finally decided to join me for breakfast.”

Brooklyn just grumbled and dropped into the chair across from the man. She grabbed a bowl and filled it with cereal and milk, then filled a glass with orange juice.

“Orange juice and cereal with milk? That’s disgusting.”

“Oh, shut up,” Brooklyn snarled. “You do plenty of things that I find disgusting, but you don’t care do you?”

Brooklyn still didn’t know who the man was, but this Brooklyn apparently did.

“I do not!” He exclaimed.

“Believe what you want,” Brooklyn dismissed.

When the two finished eating the man stood up and walked out of the room. When Brooklyn didn’t follow, he poked his head back into the sunny kitchen.

“Are you coming?” He asked.

“Yeah, just admiring the view,” Brooklyn joked. The man laughed at her and waited for the girl to follow him out of the room.

When she finally got up and followed, the man led her to another room that looked like an office.

She had seen it in another vision, this was the room where Brooklyn was ordered to go get the Empathy Crystal. That was the vision that nearly killed her.

The man fell into the chair behind the desk and gestured for her to sit as well. Brooklyn sat and crossed her legs, not knowing why she was so calm. It felt like she had been called into the principal’s office.

“Before you say anything,” the man said. “I know you hate doing this kind of stuff and would rather have one of my other minions do it, but they’re all too messy. These people left my service without fulfilling their duties. Some of them have been gone for years, and I didn’t bother them, but I need to now. I need you to kill them. They are a threat to my mission. They are in contact with the Guardians, and they are all dangerous. I don’t want them to risk hurting helpless and innocent humans. Even I have boundaries.” The man handed me a list.

I took it from him and ran my eyes down the list. There were six names scrawled on the paper.

Namara Kinsley- Noson

Kara Tanes- Maloan

Darian Calano- Maloan

Hagan Jaral- Maloan

Mckayla Haynsen- Noson

Kaden Baltain- Maloan

“That’s a lot of Maloans on this list. Why so many? There are only two Nosons on this list. I thought you liked to work with Nosons,” Brooklyn said, studying the list.

Maloans are stupid and easy to control, and they resemble humans and blend in easily. [Nosons] also look like humans and blend in well, and they are excellent killers, but I stopped working with them after someone started getting jealous,” the man explained.

“Alright. I’ll leave right away.”

“Remember not to freeze when you see who they are and the lives they created for themselves. Some of them have built real lives, but they are dangerous and could break any moment. The two Nosons have been away from their homeland for a long time. They won’t be able to last much longer, and they’re probably in pain anyways. It’ll be easy,” the man said. Brooklyn stood up and walked to the door and paused.

“I will see you later, Zora,” the girl said. Brooklyn stopped in her head. If she had any control over her body, she would have gone into total shock. The man she had been seeing in her visions in for forever was Zora, the Crazy Alien.

Brooklyn realized that meant she, or at least this version of her, was dating her own enemy. The girl was confused and couldn’t process the new information.

It was too disgusting and horrible to think about. Brooklyn had just returned to Zora’s fortress after murdering two innocents, Namara Kinsley and Kaden Baltain. Even if they were monsters, they were innocent. One of the two women she had killed today was a musician, and the other was a mother of three and an artist. Both of them had begged Brooklyn to let them live, but she hadn’t hesitated. That was what scared her. This Brooklyn was dating an evil mastermind, a ruthless killer, and she didn’t seem to care about anything.

Brooklyn didn’t know if all of this was just a dream or something that had actually happened. Zora had always felt familiar, and something about this place felt kind of like home. Brooklyn had to admit, she was terrified.

When this ended, Brooklyn was going to tell Laz her visions were getting worse, but no one was going to know that she knew what was happening in these nightmares of hers. No one could know.

It was Brooklyn’s secret, and it was a dangerous secret too.

 

The Thor the Merrier: Part Three

Thor from Norse Mythology

         Once they had finished their impromptu meal, the gods walked another mile into the forest before stopping at an enormous stone gate, and behind the gate was –

            “An actual rainbow,” Frosty Loki said, his jaw dropping in amazement. “That is a legitimate rainbow, not just a multicolored glass bridge.”

            Thor the Red smiled proudly before leading the party onto the bridge. “Yes, it is quite an amazing sight.”

            Just barely visible over the curve of the rainbow were the forms of buildings that must have been part of Asgard.However, before the gods could take more than ten steps onto the bridge, a deafening noise that sounded much like a poorly played tuba nearly knocked them off their feet.

            “Oh, no,” Silvertongue Loki groaned.

            “What?” No-Mjolnir Thor asked, perplexed.

            “Heimdall just signaled the beginning of Ragnarok, again. That is the third time this century.”

            Frosty Loki’s brow creased. “Should we be worried?”

            “No . . . but there’s no question that you will be getting an audience with Odin.”

            By the time the traveling companions reached the end of the Bifrost, a large crowd had grown at the gates to Asgard.At the front was a man with a horn in one hand and a gigantic sword in the other; beside him stood another man with an eyepatch so ornate it made No-Mjolnir Thor feel self-conscious about his own eyepatch.

            “Oh . . . it is just Thor and Loki, my liege,” the Thors and Lokis heard the man with the horn and sword say. “But those other two look rather suspicious – how was I to know that they were not frost giants?”

            As the four gods approached, it became obvious that the man was blind – his eyes were milky and unseeing. No-Mjolnir Thor glanced over at his companions. “This is Heimdall? How is he supposed to guard Asgard if he cannot see?”

            “Heimdall can see everything in all nine realms,” Thor the Red replied. “He just cannot see directly in front of himself . . . and now I realize the terrible logic behind that decision.”

            “We kill each other at Ragnarok,” Silvertongue Loki added helpfully.

            The man with the eyepatch stepped forward to greet the gods. “Thor, Loki. It is a pleasure to welcome you back to Asgard. Who are these men who you have brought with you?”

            “All-Father.” Thor the Red bowed deeply before his king. “We found these two in the woods several miles from the Midgard entrance to the Bifrost. They claim to be named Thor and Loki as well,and they also claim to be the god of thunder and the trickster god,respectively. But how can this be?”

Odin looked No-Mjolnir Thor and Frosty Loki closely,his brow furrowed. “These men have a powerful aura about them . . . but I am unsure what it means. I will have to consult the runes back in Valhalla. The four of you should come with me.”

            The companions followed Odin through the crowd and the streets of Asgard. No-Mjolnir Thor felt homesick; this Asgard was homely in all the right ways, with the smell of cooking meat in the air and warm candlelight spilling out of snug homes. Still, it could not compare to the glorious hall and shining streets of his own Asgard.

Too Good to Be Dead Chapter 1: “I KNOW”

Too good to be dead.

 

That’s what she was. That lucky little brat. She was supposed to be dead or, stuck in a dungeon waiting for her doom, and SHE KNOWS SHE DESERVES IT. They don’t know of course, and by that I mean everyone. EVERYONE in this toxic town thinks she’s dead. She’s dead as in extinct. She’s dead as in lifeless, breathless, bloodless and every other words to describe dead. All I hear in this town is sorrow for her.

“Poor little girl has never been able to live a full life,” “She’ll always be in our hearts,” and the one most commonly used, “She was such a sweet and innocent girl.”

Notice the irony here? SHE IS NOT SWEET OR INNOCENT! SHE IS NOT DEAD! SHE IS STILL ALIVE AND I AM GOING TO FIND HER!

Enough about her, let us begin where it all started. Wonderland. Not Alice’s Wonderland, that’s fake. This is a hidden place in this earth where real magic exists. Especially, the bad kind. Wonderland is in the earth’s core, where no normal human beings have ever been able to reach. The so-called scientists of the surface tried but, each and every one of the failed because of the magical substance that surrounds the core. The earth’s core is just the same, blue sky, green grass, yellow sun. Yet, one thing that is special here is, the people.

We can get through just about anything except for murder or natural death. Which is why, murdering, stealing and poisoning exists here and it’s legal. One grain of rice is just as bad as one tub of acid that can kill the people on the surface but, it doesn’t kill us, Witches and Wizards roam the streets carrying all sorts of magic. In fact, people like it here better than the surface. Some do have dreams of going high to the surface but most dreams are put down quickly.

This is her birthplace, and mine as well. This is also the town where she became famous. By birth everyone loved her. Of course, there are still some that hate her but, no one is brave enough to show it. It is something about her that even made me pretend to like her . . . I just don’t know why . . . .

In reality, I want to watch her suffer, die, dig up her own grave. I failed to kill her once but I won’t kill her again. Instead, I have something better than that in my sleeve. Something so cruel that even the girl who dodged death will want to die yet, she can’t and, that IS HER PUNISHMENT FOR NOT DYING THE FIRST TIME!

AVD

The Thor the Merrier: Part Two

Thor from Norse Mythology

           “That is impossible!” Thor exclaimed. “Surely the two of you are lying – you barely even look like us!”

            Not-Thor grabbed his hammer from his belt and waved it menacingly at the brothers. Static electricity crackled between his fingers and in his beard. “If you would like a demonstration of my power, I would be happy to turn the two of you into charred piles of flesh!”

            Loki stepped between the two of them. “No one will be turning anyone into piles of charred flesh. There must be some reasonable explanation as to why we crossed paths.” He turned to his brother. “Thor, you know of the power of the infinity stones. If someone were to get ahold of the reality stone, there’s no telling what they would have the power to do.”

            While the Thors continued to glower at each other, Not-Loki cleared his throat. “Well, if you need guidance . . .Odin, All-Father and ruler of Asgard, might have the answers you seek. As my companion mentioned earlier, we are quite close to an entrance to the Bifrost. We could escort you two to Asgard so that you can have an audience with Odin.”

            At the mention of Odin, the brothers exchanged somber looks. The loss of their father, their own Odin, still weighed heavy on their hearts; but perhaps meeting this other Odin would not be so painful if he was as different from their father as the other Thor and Loki were from them.

            “We would greatly appreciate that,”Loki responded. “But first . . . we really need nicknames so that we can avoid confusion when we are speaking with each other.”

–  –  –

            An hour later, the Thors and Lokis had their nicknames and were on their way to the Midgard entrance to the Bifrost. It had been decided that Not-Loki would be Silvertongue Loki, while the other Loki grudgingly agreed to be called Frosty Loki. The red-bearded Thor was Thor the Red and the other was No-Mjolnir Thor; Thor the Red laughed uproariously when he found out that the other Thor had lost his hammer, then muttered something about a wedding dress. After getting over their initial distrust, the Thors found they had much in common and traded many battle stories as they walked. When Thor the Red asked how No-Mjolnir Thor had lost his eye, No-Mjolnir Thor responded, “It was in this epic battle with Hela -”

            “Do you mean Hel? Loki’s daughter, ruler of the dead?”

            “Err, no. I mean Hela, my sister, firstborn of Odin . . . did you say daughter of Loki?”

            Meanwhile, Silvertongue Loki was horrifying Frosty Loki with various stories from his past. “You gave birth to WHAT?” Frosty Loki yelped, eyes wide.

            “A horse – an eight-legged horse,” Silvertongue Loki said smugly. “Sleipnir is a beautiful steed and a good son, though unfortunately he does not have as important a part to play in the end of the world as my other children do.”

            “The end of the world?” Frosty Loki asked, troubled. “Do you mean Ragnarok?”

            “Oh, yes!” Silvertongue Loki replied excitedly. “I am going to die, Thor is going to die, almost everyone is going to die. It’s going to be such a delightful time, with chaos everywhere.”

            Frosty Loki stayed quiet. He was not sure how the other Thor and Loki would react if they knew that in his and No-Mjolnir Thor’s universe, Ragnarok had already played out and Asgard had been destroyed.

            The four gods continued their journey for another few hours before they ran into an obstacle: an encampment of frost giants. Luckily, the Thors were in a fighting mood and they quickly got rid of all the frost giants, both by scaring them off and by smashing them into snowdrifts. Afterwards, the traveling companions scavenged for food from the frost giants’ stores and discussed the logistics of the rest of their trip to Asgard.

            “We should be close to the entrance to the Bifrost,” Thor the Red said after taking a large swig of mead. “However, we must be careful – Heimdall will be wary because of how close these frost giants were to the gates of Asgard.”

            No-Mjolnir Thor grinned broadly. “Ah, Heimdall! I am excited to meet this world’s Heimdall, because my own Heimdall is such a dear friend.”

A Letter to Carry On- Part Five

Previously on A Letter to Carry On- Part Four:

I am afraid that Americans will not accept me when I arrive in their country.  My friend, Lucia, told me that once I arrive in America I should avoid all contact and only speak with people who I know are friendly.  Not all immigrants are treated nicely. Lucia said that she had worked in a grocery store and had mistakenly given a customer incorrect change for a purchase.  The customer called her a, “dirty foreigner.” Some time later the same customer saw Lucia in the produce department of a grocery store.  The customer complemented Lucia on her eggplant.  Lucia reminded her that she was the girl who she called a, “dirty foreigner.”  The customer became embarrassed and said that she, “didn’t know it was you.”

Part Five:

I believe America should keep its doors open to immigrants like me because everyone deserves a chance to have a better life.  People like me who have struggled and lost everything are the most appreciative of what America has to offer. I am not afraid to work hard and earn a living.  I don’t want charity, but would help others if I am able. I will cross the border and start a new life.  If I am turned back, then I will try again, because Americans never give up.

   The End.