Friday 7 October 2011

part 7 - cuairt gan choinne

NJ was almost asleep when she heard a door open and close downstairs. Straining her ears she squinted at the ground as if she could see through the floor into the room below. Dragging herself out of bed, she inched her way quietly to the door. When she was out into the hall she came to the landing at the staircase. Looking down to see if anyone was standing there, she jumped off the edge and landed lightly on the marble floor. Keeping her back to the wall she took her gun out of the convenient pocket in her pyjama bottoms, and held it close. Pausing a millisecond at the kitchen door, she barged her way in.
“Put your hands up! I’ve got a gun and I’m not afraid to shoot!”
A tall boy who had been standing eating a pack of crisps, whipped round.
“Jeez! Don’t give me heart attack like that, Skye! Wait... you aren’t Skye! Who the fuck are you? Why are you in her house?”
“I’m none of your business. Hold on a minute.. SKYE!!! Get your lazy butt down here right now!”
She hollered. A thud was heard from upstairs. I cry of pain. Some cursing. Then a bleary eyed Skye stood in the kitchen doorway, dressed in a cami and shorts.
“What the hell do you wan....  Pheonix!”
She ran over and hugged him.
“I haven’t seen you in 8 years!”
“Yeah. I knew you’d have to come back”
“why’s that?”
“I’m to awesome”
She patted his shoulder.
“Keppy telling yourself that”
“Yeah I will. Thanks for the permission”
They laughed. NJ lowered her gun and looked at them completely lost. Looking between Pheonix and Skye, as if she was watching tennis, She finally managed to stutter out.
“Are you 2.. you know? NO! You can’t be! Are you?”
Looking at each other Skye was the first to twig.
“god no! Jeez NJ i’d like to think i had better taste than him!”
“Hey!!”
“No offense”
“then....”
“We are cousins. Can’t you see the resemblance?”
NJ looked at Skye’s small, muscular frame. With blonde hair and bright blue eyes with plae skin. Then she looked at Pheonix’s short auburn hair and brown eyes with weather beaten skin. He too was muscular, but was much taller than Skye was.
“You have the same nose?”
“WHAT?”
They said in unison. NJ tried to hold it in, but she couldn’t. Her laugh came out and made the other 2 start laughing so hard tears were falling down their eyes. Once they had all stopped laughing, she stood up and said
“Well I’m gonna get some much needed sleep. Good night to you all, and to all a goodnight.”
She turned on her heel and marched up to her room. Watching her go, Pheonix finally snapped out of his daze. Opening his mouth to speak, Skye cut him off.
“Don’t even think about it”
He tried to speak again, but she cut him off for a second time.
“She’s taken.”
He sighed
“They always are”
“Right well you and Samson can have the usual room, and be up early for tomorrow”
“Why?”
“we have to go down to roarhaven. 5 am sharp we are leaving.”
“But it’s 3am!”
“well you better get some sleep then”
She smiled at him in mock sweetness, then skipped up the hall, and took the steps 2 at a time.
Pheonix watched her leave, and shook his head bemused.
“Sometimes I can’t believe we’re cousins”
“Neither can I”
He heard Skye yell from her room. He laughed. Motioning for Samson to follow him, they went up to their room. He past NJ’s closed door and peaked in. She had fallen straight to sleep. He twitched a smile. He didn’t care what Skye said, he would get her. Closing the door he walked into his own room.
NJ squinted her eyes. He was gone. She smirked.
“This will be interesting.”

Saturday 1 October 2011

part 6 - fuadach

Deep in a dark, dank forest. Sat a old, creepy house. In the window above the old, creaky door; sat a girl. Her long, light blonde hair half covered  her face. She stared out at the forest, blankly.  A tear slowly inched its way down her face, before she roughly rubbed it away.  Standing up sharply she opened the window, and leaped to the ground. As soon as she hit the ground, she sprinted into the forest. A tall, black haired man watched her. His unnerving, dark eyes watched her leave.
“Where’s she away, dad?”
He looked down at the 19 year old girl beside him. Her soft, honey brown hair framing her face perfectly. She was so different from her sister.
“She’ll be back. She’s away to the cliffs again”
Sighing, the girl swept up the stairs with the grace of a gazelle.
“You better be ready for tonight. My colleagues are coming over and we will see who has the best to offer for you and your sister”
Stopping suddenly she looked at him. Her big, brown eyes blinked.
“But I’m not ready, father”
“Well, you have no say. Don’t forget your place young lady. Do I need to lock you in the prison until tonight?”
He bellowed at her. Bowing her head in shame, she muttered, barely audible
“No father.”
“What was that?”
He bit back.
“No father. I will do as you wish”
“You know you will. Whether you like it or not. I have fed and clothed you for how long? And you have the cheek to tell me I can’t get give you as a bride to one of my friends? How dare you!”
“I’m sorry father. I am very lucky and grateful to you”
“Go to your room now!”
Quickly nodding, she bounded up the stairs 2 at a time. Wrenching open her door, she flung herself onto her bed and let her tears fall. After about 5 minutes she sat up.  Wiping her eyes she closed her door. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw her eyes puffy after crying. But otherwise she was very beautiful. Everyone said she was. She had honey brown hair, brown eyes and full, red lips. She was tall and slender. But she was still only 19 and her father expected her to marry one of his old friends.
“They’re all in their 40’s or 50’s. It’s disgusting”
She moaned. Resulting to pacing her room, she rang a hand through her long hair. She knew Nefarious wasn’t her real dad. She pretended that she didn’t remember, but she did. She could picture it as if it was yesterday......
She had been in the park with her little sister, playing on the swings. All of a sudden a man came up to them with a boy about my age.
“Excuse me. Would you mind if my son played with you and your sister for a while? I have to talk to someone here. I won’t be long.”
“Emm sure”
Nudging his son forward he walked away. Looking at the boy I noted how cute he looked. Grey eyes, messy brown hair and pale skin with freckles. Walking towards me he held out his hand and said it a strong irish accent
“Hi my name is Michael. What’s yours?”
Taking his hand and shakin it I began to blush and stutter
“I.. I’m Megan. “
“Hi Megan. You are really pretty”
He smiled when he said it. It made me turn crimson and turn away sharply before he could see.
“Thanks”
“Do you want to come to my house and play for a while? Daddy won’t mind”
“I can’t leave Maura! She’s only 5. Also I’d have to ask mummy. She’d be really worried. I’m only 7. What age are you?”
“I’ve just turned 8”
He said proudly.
“Aww come on. Daddy will run you home again.”
“You sure he won’t mind?”
“Not at all”
At this his father walked over to fetch his son.
“Thanks for staying with Michael for me”
“It was no problem, sir”
“Daddy? Can Megan come home and play with me for e a while? Her little sister Maura too.”
“Well I see no reason why not. I’ll run you home in a few hours. How about that?”
“Yeah! Thank you”
Taking hold of Maura’s hand we followed him and Michael to a smart, black car waiting at the roadside. A man stepped out of the front seat and held the door open for us to clamber inside the car.
After about 30 minutes of driving I plucked up the courage to ask
“Sir. Where are we going? I think I want to go home now if you don’t mind. I’m awfully sorry but my mummy will be worried about me. I’m supposed to be home for dinner now.”
“Quiet! You stupid girl! You aren’t going home. You’re to stay with me now. “
“NO! Michael! Tell him to take me home! I miss my mummy!”
I wailed. Tears falling down my young, fresh face.
“Oh no. I couldn’t do that. That would be silly. I’m going to marry you when I’m older. Daddy says so. Isn’t that right daddy? You said I could marry the pretty girl if I helped you get her.”
“Of course you can son. Just give me a second”
Slowly and carefully, I watched him draw a gun out of his pocket. Pointing it between his terrified sons eyes he said
“Night Night”
The shot rung through my ears, making me scream. Desperately I scratched at the doors trying to get out. The man laughed insanely behind me and I turned to see Michael slumped onto the floor. A hole in his forehead.