2013-03-18, 01:46 PM
~May 16th, 1824~
The night was calm until a tall shadow darkened my front door window. There was a knock. I tuck Ellie into bed, and then I head off to the door. My family and I live over 15
miles away from the nearest town. It must be something very important, I thought. I walked over towards the door, hoping there was still someone there. I opened the door
slowly. No one was there.
Disappointed, I ran upstairs to Mother and Father. I saw that that they left their candles in in their room. Maybe Father escorted the guest up while I was putting Ellie to bed? Being the curious person I was, I crept up to the door, and listened in on any conversation that was going on.
A deep voice that I didn't recognize said, "You have one week. First the boy. Then your precious toddler. The older girl... She is coming with me."
"No! Please! You can't kill my children! You can't take Lacy and make her into a MONSTER!" voice that I recognized as Mother's replied.
"One week," the deep voice said.
"NO!"
Everything faded out.
~November 9th, 2013~
I expected it.
Well, not really.
I knew it -could- happen, but I doubted it. I was still as shocked as ever. How could you -not- be shocked if you had just witnessed the first ~omen~ that predicted your ultimite demise? You see, I didn't really just travel back in time. It was a dream, sort of. My past kept coming back in dreams, in random flashes during the day, in hallucinations. It isn't fun when you see your now dead brother materialize in your cubical.
I got out of bed, and glanced down at my locket.
"Ellie. I can't we believe we are going to London! I haven't been there in... a while..." I trailed off.
"Do you think he'll be there, Ellie? . It seems like it has been forever..." I wondered, trying hard not to get emotional.
Sniffing, I reached into my closet, and pulled out my tan bag. I toss in basic things, like a toiletries, and some clothing. I grab a few books for the plane ride.
Looking down at my necklace, I focus on the silver key. My necklace has 6 keys. The silver key is Ellie. My baby...
"I hope you make it through the metal detectors," I said, forcing a grin for Ellie's sake.
I slip on my heels, double check to make sure I didn't forget anything, and shut the door behind me. As I drive my tiny red car to the airport, I can't help but turn on the radio.
"Four airports bombed! None dead, one injured, and four missing, one at each airport. Their names are Lux, James, Emma and Lyra."
I slam on the breaks, almost slamming into a SUV. I jam the radio off, almost cracking the button. Those were the names of the winners. The ones who were flying to England, along with me. It worried me because those weren't exactly common names. Emma was a bit common, but Lux sure as heck wasn't. Panic blinds me as I pull over to the side of the road. Was it a trap? I took a few seconds to mull it over.
"This doesn't seem right, Ellie," I whispered, as I drove back onto the road, "But, 'Doesn't seem right' is just where I fit in."
I drive the rest of the way in silence.
When I arrive at the airport, it is like I am in a trance. I'm plenty alert, I just chose to direct my focus elsewhere.
"They aren't dead, Ellie. I know it,"I think to myself.
Once I make it through security, I wander over to a Starbucks. I was a little bit early, and I had enough time for some coffee. A girl about my age takes my order. She is one of those people who make it clear she doesn't like her job. Then again... he had that look when I met him...
"Uh, ma'am? Hey, dude! I need your name," the girl said, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Oh, um, sorry. My name is Lacy" I replied. The girl scribbles it down on the cup. When my drink was ready, I grabbed it, and meandered towards where my gate was.
Just as I see my gate number, I sense something is wrong. VERY wrong. Someone grabs the bottom of my shirt, and I jump.
A very small toddler tugs on the end of my shirt. She... she looked like Ellie when she was here.
"Ellie?" I whisper. The girl nods, and a smile. This is the first sign I've gotten in a month or two.
"Ba ba ba ba ba ba. Ba BA" the little girl said.
"Ba?" A wave of realization hits me. Bomb. The little girl, Ellie's sign, smiles, and vanishes.
"Ellie!" I shout. Bomb. I dash into some restaurant. It was an airport, so the restaurant was obviously small. I covered my eyes and ears, and brace myself.
The explosion is giant. A small chunk of the ceiling crumbles down, and I drift into unconsciousness.
~May 23rd, 1824~
"Ellie! Stop it!" I giggle, pushed by baby sister off of me.
"Tea-ckle! Tea-ckle!" Ellie said in her sweet, four year old voice.
"Lacy, Ellie. Come to supper! I made your favorite stew, Lacy!" my mother shouted from the kitchen.
I lift up Ellie, and carry her to the table. She had a new pink dress that Mother had sewn today. My brother, Charlie, went hunting with Father today. Rabbit stew was my favorite, and Charlie shot it himself. He'll be proud. On my way to the table, I nearly tripped over a loose board. I let out a squeal of surprise.
"All you alright, Lacy?' Charlie called, running in.
"I'm fine, Charlie. I almost tripped over this loose board. Father needs to repair this area of the house." I explained to Charlie.
Confused, Charlie looked at the boards. He reached his hand towards the loose boards, and pulling back with a screech. Ellie buried her head in my dress, and whimpered. I hold her tight, and back away.
"Charlie! What happened?!" I said, trying to stay calm for Ellie's sake. He looked up at me with a pale face, and wide eyes. "Charlie! Charlie!" I start to yell.
Ellie starts to cry, so I whisper into her ear, "It's okay, Ellie-belly."
"Ga... Ghost...Ghost!" Charlie shrieks, going into a fit. He shakes, and falls to the ground, his head hitting a nail, and starting to bleed. I ran into the kitchen to get Mother and Father.
"Charlie... He's hurt. He said he saw a ghost, started shaking, then fell and hit his head," I told my parents, still trying not to scare Ellie. My mother glances at my father.
"Robert. Do you think he's here? For Ellie, and Lacy?" Mother said to Father.
"Who is he? What is going on? Is Charlie okay?" I asked, panicked. My father gave me a stern look.
"Take Ellie and run. Go to the stream, and wait there for us. Don't come back. We may be... a while," Father told me.
I obeyed him. I ran outside, whispering in Ellie's ear.
"Charlie's got a little scrape. We'll play by the stream, and wait for mother, father, and Charlie. We will have a picnic by there," I told her.
"It's dark, la-la. And cold!" Ellie cried.
"It's okay, Ellie-belly. I'll always be here for you," I told her.
~About an hour of walking later~
"Hey, Ellie! Want to come make a bed with some pine needles?" I asked, trying to act happy.
"Okay!" Ellie said excitedly. It worked. She thinks this is a game. I'll let her think that for now.
We walked over to the trees and gathered armfuls of pine needles, and brought them closer to the trunk of the tree. After about 15 minutes, we had a decent sized heap. I pushed them around until they formed a bowl like shape, with an inside big enough for me and Ellie.
I positioned myself in the pile, and had Ellie lie in front of me, so she was facing the tree trunk, and my back was to everything else. Ellie's head was tucked neatly under my chin, and my arm was around her, holding her tightly. Whenever she shivered, I held her closed. Eventually her breathing became slow and steady. I closed my eyes, and tried to sleep.
I laid there for hours, thinking about Mother, Father, and Charlie. What did Mother mean when she said, "Do you think he is here for Ellie and Lacy?" Who is "he"? Why... Why us? It was Spring, 1824. We were a family of 5, soon too be six. We lived in a small cabin in a clearing, by a stream. Did Father do something wrong? If he did, why me and Ellie? Why did Charlie say he saw a ghost? What about... What about that man talking to my parents? Was... was he a ghost?
I attempted to clear my head, and go to sleep. My thoughts died down, and I slowly fell asleep.
~November 9th, 2013~
I wake up, and shout "Ellie! Come on! We have to-" I stop shouting, and realize that it was just a dream. This is kind of like rereading a book. You want to make the characters change their minds, but they don't. Your favorites end up dying, just like the first time.
Except this really happened. Mother and Father died. Charlie died. Ellie died. I died. But I didn't.
I'm frozen in time, for reasons I'll go over later. I look around seventeen, because that was the age I was when I "died" Permanently a teen. Luckily, with the help of a few friends, I am twenty-three years old. I'm really two-hundred six. I has been one-hundred eighty nine years since I died. Hooray for numbers!
Staying legally around twenty is hard. When I start to get around twenty-seven, I can't pull it off anymore. I fake my own death, and then I have a... friend... tweak a few records, and I am a new person. It must be funny to people who keep track of this stuff.
"Wow, thirty people were lost at sea in the past two-hundred years. Oh my, 28 of these people were twenty six year olds named Lacy!"
Let's get back on track...
The night was calm until a tall shadow darkened my front door window. There was a knock. I tuck Ellie into bed, and then I head off to the door. My family and I live over 15
miles away from the nearest town. It must be something very important, I thought. I walked over towards the door, hoping there was still someone there. I opened the door
slowly. No one was there.
Disappointed, I ran upstairs to Mother and Father. I saw that that they left their candles in in their room. Maybe Father escorted the guest up while I was putting Ellie to bed? Being the curious person I was, I crept up to the door, and listened in on any conversation that was going on.
A deep voice that I didn't recognize said, "You have one week. First the boy. Then your precious toddler. The older girl... She is coming with me."
"No! Please! You can't kill my children! You can't take Lacy and make her into a MONSTER!" voice that I recognized as Mother's replied.
"One week," the deep voice said.
"NO!"
Everything faded out.
~November 9th, 2013~
I expected it.
Well, not really.
I knew it -could- happen, but I doubted it. I was still as shocked as ever. How could you -not- be shocked if you had just witnessed the first ~omen~ that predicted your ultimite demise? You see, I didn't really just travel back in time. It was a dream, sort of. My past kept coming back in dreams, in random flashes during the day, in hallucinations. It isn't fun when you see your now dead brother materialize in your cubical.
I got out of bed, and glanced down at my locket.
"Ellie. I can't we believe we are going to London! I haven't been there in... a while..." I trailed off.
"Do you think he'll be there, Ellie? . It seems like it has been forever..." I wondered, trying hard not to get emotional.
Sniffing, I reached into my closet, and pulled out my tan bag. I toss in basic things, like a toiletries, and some clothing. I grab a few books for the plane ride.
Looking down at my necklace, I focus on the silver key. My necklace has 6 keys. The silver key is Ellie. My baby...
"I hope you make it through the metal detectors," I said, forcing a grin for Ellie's sake.
I slip on my heels, double check to make sure I didn't forget anything, and shut the door behind me. As I drive my tiny red car to the airport, I can't help but turn on the radio.
"Four airports bombed! None dead, one injured, and four missing, one at each airport. Their names are Lux, James, Emma and Lyra."
I slam on the breaks, almost slamming into a SUV. I jam the radio off, almost cracking the button. Those were the names of the winners. The ones who were flying to England, along with me. It worried me because those weren't exactly common names. Emma was a bit common, but Lux sure as heck wasn't. Panic blinds me as I pull over to the side of the road. Was it a trap? I took a few seconds to mull it over.
"This doesn't seem right, Ellie," I whispered, as I drove back onto the road, "But, 'Doesn't seem right' is just where I fit in."
I drive the rest of the way in silence.
When I arrive at the airport, it is like I am in a trance. I'm plenty alert, I just chose to direct my focus elsewhere.
"They aren't dead, Ellie. I know it,"I think to myself.
Once I make it through security, I wander over to a Starbucks. I was a little bit early, and I had enough time for some coffee. A girl about my age takes my order. She is one of those people who make it clear she doesn't like her job. Then again... he had that look when I met him...
"Uh, ma'am? Hey, dude! I need your name," the girl said, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Oh, um, sorry. My name is Lacy" I replied. The girl scribbles it down on the cup. When my drink was ready, I grabbed it, and meandered towards where my gate was.
Just as I see my gate number, I sense something is wrong. VERY wrong. Someone grabs the bottom of my shirt, and I jump.
A very small toddler tugs on the end of my shirt. She... she looked like Ellie when she was here.
"Ellie?" I whisper. The girl nods, and a smile. This is the first sign I've gotten in a month or two.
"Ba ba ba ba ba ba. Ba BA" the little girl said.
"Ba?" A wave of realization hits me. Bomb. The little girl, Ellie's sign, smiles, and vanishes.
"Ellie!" I shout. Bomb. I dash into some restaurant. It was an airport, so the restaurant was obviously small. I covered my eyes and ears, and brace myself.
The explosion is giant. A small chunk of the ceiling crumbles down, and I drift into unconsciousness.
~May 23rd, 1824~
"Ellie! Stop it!" I giggle, pushed by baby sister off of me.
"Tea-ckle! Tea-ckle!" Ellie said in her sweet, four year old voice.
"Lacy, Ellie. Come to supper! I made your favorite stew, Lacy!" my mother shouted from the kitchen.
I lift up Ellie, and carry her to the table. She had a new pink dress that Mother had sewn today. My brother, Charlie, went hunting with Father today. Rabbit stew was my favorite, and Charlie shot it himself. He'll be proud. On my way to the table, I nearly tripped over a loose board. I let out a squeal of surprise.
"All you alright, Lacy?' Charlie called, running in.
"I'm fine, Charlie. I almost tripped over this loose board. Father needs to repair this area of the house." I explained to Charlie.
Confused, Charlie looked at the boards. He reached his hand towards the loose boards, and pulling back with a screech. Ellie buried her head in my dress, and whimpered. I hold her tight, and back away.
"Charlie! What happened?!" I said, trying to stay calm for Ellie's sake. He looked up at me with a pale face, and wide eyes. "Charlie! Charlie!" I start to yell.
Ellie starts to cry, so I whisper into her ear, "It's okay, Ellie-belly."
"Ga... Ghost...Ghost!" Charlie shrieks, going into a fit. He shakes, and falls to the ground, his head hitting a nail, and starting to bleed. I ran into the kitchen to get Mother and Father.
"Charlie... He's hurt. He said he saw a ghost, started shaking, then fell and hit his head," I told my parents, still trying not to scare Ellie. My mother glances at my father.
"Robert. Do you think he's here? For Ellie, and Lacy?" Mother said to Father.
"Who is he? What is going on? Is Charlie okay?" I asked, panicked. My father gave me a stern look.
"Take Ellie and run. Go to the stream, and wait there for us. Don't come back. We may be... a while," Father told me.
I obeyed him. I ran outside, whispering in Ellie's ear.
"Charlie's got a little scrape. We'll play by the stream, and wait for mother, father, and Charlie. We will have a picnic by there," I told her.
"It's dark, la-la. And cold!" Ellie cried.
"It's okay, Ellie-belly. I'll always be here for you," I told her.
~About an hour of walking later~
"Hey, Ellie! Want to come make a bed with some pine needles?" I asked, trying to act happy.
"Okay!" Ellie said excitedly. It worked. She thinks this is a game. I'll let her think that for now.
We walked over to the trees and gathered armfuls of pine needles, and brought them closer to the trunk of the tree. After about 15 minutes, we had a decent sized heap. I pushed them around until they formed a bowl like shape, with an inside big enough for me and Ellie.
I positioned myself in the pile, and had Ellie lie in front of me, so she was facing the tree trunk, and my back was to everything else. Ellie's head was tucked neatly under my chin, and my arm was around her, holding her tightly. Whenever she shivered, I held her closed. Eventually her breathing became slow and steady. I closed my eyes, and tried to sleep.
I laid there for hours, thinking about Mother, Father, and Charlie. What did Mother mean when she said, "Do you think he is here for Ellie and Lacy?" Who is "he"? Why... Why us? It was Spring, 1824. We were a family of 5, soon too be six. We lived in a small cabin in a clearing, by a stream. Did Father do something wrong? If he did, why me and Ellie? Why did Charlie say he saw a ghost? What about... What about that man talking to my parents? Was... was he a ghost?
I attempted to clear my head, and go to sleep. My thoughts died down, and I slowly fell asleep.
~November 9th, 2013~
I wake up, and shout "Ellie! Come on! We have to-" I stop shouting, and realize that it was just a dream. This is kind of like rereading a book. You want to make the characters change their minds, but they don't. Your favorites end up dying, just like the first time.
Except this really happened. Mother and Father died. Charlie died. Ellie died. I died. But I didn't.
I'm frozen in time, for reasons I'll go over later. I look around seventeen, because that was the age I was when I "died" Permanently a teen. Luckily, with the help of a few friends, I am twenty-three years old. I'm really two-hundred six. I has been one-hundred eighty nine years since I died. Hooray for numbers!
Staying legally around twenty is hard. When I start to get around twenty-seven, I can't pull it off anymore. I fake my own death, and then I have a... friend... tweak a few records, and I am a new person. It must be funny to people who keep track of this stuff.
"Wow, thirty people were lost at sea in the past two-hundred years. Oh my, 28 of these people were twenty six year olds named Lacy!"
Let's get back on track...
GOODBYE
