Monday, December 24, 2012

Twisted Christmas 5

Kallista Pendragon woke up to find herself lying in the dark alley way behind the bookstore. Cold seeped through her thin pants from the hard damp ground bringing her to consciousness more swiftly. With a groan she sat back up, reaching to massage her aching head. Briefly with a sigh she rested her head against the wall thinking about her options. It seemed that the blow she took to the face knocked a bit of sense in her.

Inside the building she could hear the warm tones of people talking. Once she knew them but now they were worlds away, happy in their life and with the success they had earned.

Thinking back to those times in the past brought a fresh wave of pain that hurt worse than the ach in her head. For a while to cover her pain from losing them she had turned to less than healthy activities to help her cope. Losing herself in the process was the only way to survive if she had to survive at all.  Her heart could not cope.

Slowly she staggered to her feel, the weight of her sins making everything seem harder to stand. Once up she found she could not even stand straight. Heaviness rested hard on her weary shoulders causing her to stoop.  Stumbling to the front of the building she neatly avoided the streetlamps, preferring to stay in the shadows of darkness where she belonged.

Carefully she peeked into the window of the cozy bookstore to get a better look at the people inside.  There they were, the ones she had wanted for so long to be her true family.  Chatting amicably the group seemed to be enjoying their special evening. A feast was laid out on the table near the back with festive place settings situated around. Hunger gnawed at her belly as she watched.

Standing in little clusters were Noam and Daniel, Ann, Lizzy, Octaboona, NJ and Skyril. In another cluster not far away stood Mar, Thalia, Hellboy, Lydia, Mir, and Aria. Raven was browsing the books while munching on a cookie and listening to Lizzy who was talking, animated.

Several other couples stood near each other, Naill and Venice, Lego, Genesis, Em and Chase. Each couple seemed to be glowing as they talked about wedding plans. Still, in another area were Darkane, Mary Hiashi, Lenka, Skylara, and Skulgirl.

Chan, Flame, Alex, Sam, Bryony, Jaffa, and Quinn stood next to none other than Derek Landy himself.  Kallista could not help but gasp when she recognized the genius author.  In hindsight she realized there were still more friends there at the party and that they all mingled together as they enjoyed one another’s company.  But all she could do was stare at the Golden god himself. If only she could have been a better person, more useful and lovely like the rest. Then she could be in there too and not out in the cold, forgotten.

“Hey you! Get away from the window!” Someone shouted at her.

Startled she whipped her head around the same time her feet slipped on some ice. Clumsily she crashed hard agaisn the window as she struggled to stay upright, recognizing the voice as belonging to the policeman who was hurrying her way.

Alerted by the notice the precious occupants inside looked up and watched blankly as a strange forlorn figure flailed their arms wilding in a failed attempt to keep from falling.

“Who is THAT?” Sam asked as he sipped his delicious beverage.

“I…I think it’s Kal.” Chan replied as he squinted, trying to make out the features that had appeared for a moment in the window.

“Who?” Sam questioned, unconcerned as he eyed the Christmas gifts in the corner.

“Just someone we used to know.” Quinn answered him as she flittered by looking lovely in her exquisite dress.

Most shrugged and began their important conversations again as the figure was chased away by a burly policeman.

Struck by rage and terror Kal ran awkwardly without knowing where she was going. Unfamiliar sights filled her vision as she searched desperately for a way to escape. By now the policeman had alerted other cops having recognized her as the one of the robbers from the bank robbery and she became hunted.

Flashing lights from police cars blinded her everywhere she turned and she realized she had been surrounded. Still she looked for a way to escape even as the police demanded she give up. Everything seemed to be unreal to her as she spied the river beyond the street merchant who stood at the top of the hilly embankment just off the sidewalk. Wild hope filled her as she ran as swiftly as she could towards the merchant. If she could make it, she could dive off and into the river below and make her escape. She would be wet and cold. But freedom was worth it, wasn’t it?

A single shot filled the air amid the shouts. Pain filled her as a small burst like fire struck her upper leg. Flailing she fell forward into the merchants products, boxes and other items toppling over and scattering at the force of her impact.

Alarmed, the poor merchant had fled and was now under the protection of the police. In a daze she could hear his protests as the police all stood behind their vehicles, guns all drawn and pointed at her. What was he protesting? It was a strange question to think of all things as she had more pressing matters to attend too. But the thought would not go away and persisted in nagging her even as she struggled to stand up. All she wanted to do was give up now that she was caught. Slowly she raised her hands in surrender. Angry but unintelligible shouts resounded in her ears even as she realized she was holding something. The police thought she had a gun! The knowledge of this shocked her beyond her stupor and she made a move to protest and claim innocence. What was it she was holding? It registered slowly to her even as the cops still fired, not understanding. It was a package of fireworks. Dumbly she looked down to see she was surrounded by a plethora of small explosives meant for aerial display in the form of fireworks.

No one ever knew what exactly happened next or how it happened. One moment it looked like the scumbag had a weapon, the next moment in defense, the police all had fired.  A huge explosion filled the night as several of the larger fireworks were set off.  Smaller ones followed after that, the thief’s despairing scream was lost in the noise. Policemen ducked as the artwork in the sky became more bright then the flashing lights on their cars.

Back at the bookstore it was Lizzy who first saw the lights in the dark sky.

“Oh, fireworks! Cool!” She grinned happily.

“I didn’t know fireworks were planned for tonight.” Octaboona joined his friend and also smiled.

Soon everyone was gathered at the window and enjoying the colorful display of lights in the sky. No one knew who started it, but the first few strains of Auld Lang Syne were sung. Soon everyone joined in, their voices a joyful blend of friendship and celebration. It was the perfect touch to a perfect Christmas.



Tuesday, October 16, 2012



The villagers all gathered at the local tavern that evening listening to the story the old man told as he stood before the blazing hearth. Outside the wind howled against the windows but inside it was nice and cozy.

“…and so we were all saved from the beast that was Lord Fowley!” The old man finished grandly as he stretched his frail arms wide, dramatically.

Suddenly the door the inn burst open, interrupting the enthusiastic applauding of the audience.

A wild wind swept man dashed through, his middle aged eyes wide with panic.

“The Cardinal’s men are coming!” He shouted.

For a moment all was still as the villagers set in stunned silence.

“Are you sure, Jed?” The tavern owner asked shakily.

“Yes! I’m sure!” Jed screeched and fled back out the door.

Immediately there was movement as all the villagers tried to leave at once. Chaos reigned as panic took over. No one was getting anywhere. Children were crying as their mothers clutched them close. Several people tripped and no one stopped to help then.

“ENOUGH!” The shout was followed by a gunshot.

Pieces of debris fall from the roof where the bullet had ripped through. Everyone paused to look at the stranger in their midst. He had come just before the story teller had told his tell but has been so still, everyone had forgotten about him. Now there he stood, tall dressed in a simple but elegant traveling cloak with a gun in his hand. Power and confidence radiated off this mysterious stranger as he looked calmly around the room. Slowly he lowered his gun and put it away.

“What is the meaning of all this?” His voice was not deep but had a pleasant soothing tone to it that told it’s listeners that this person was highly cultured and educated. “If this is the Cardinal’s men, surely you are all safe! He is the head of the Church of France after all.”

“Where have you been, man?” Another villager stared at the stranger incredulously. “No one is safe from the Cardinal’s men!”

“Surely you jest.” The stranger smiled beneath the wide brimmed hat that overshadowed his eyes. “Unless you lot are criminals, there is nothign to be afraid of.”

One little boy caught sight of a smooth face underneath the shadows.
“We are not criminals, Mister.” A frightened woman told the stranger.

Sounds of many horses thundering on the ground came closer. Underneath their feet the ground trembled as if dreading the arrival.

“We knew we would be next.” The woman whispered in dread as her wide eyes stayed fixed on the door. “We should have left!”

Wearily the stranger sighed and pushed passed the villagers who were now trying to press as far as they could from the door. “Relax. I will go talk to them.”

“No! Please, Sir! Don’t go out there!” A child cried out and tugged at the stranger’s callused hand.

“Sir…I like that.” The stranger gave a little laugh as he looked down at the child and ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry little boy. I can handle it.”

Without another word the stranger walked through the doors and greeted the new arrivals.  A half dozen horses galloped up to the tavern ridden by men dressed in scarlet. Even in the candle light the stranger could see the unfriendly looks in their eyes that hid secrets not meant to be messed with. For the first time the dark traveler wondered if the villagers were right.

“Greetings, Messieurs! Are ye all travelers to this fine village too?” The stranger began with flair and a wide smile. “Come! Let us make merry and have us a round of ale, and perhaps a lass or two!”

“You are not from these parts?” The Captain of the squadron barked at the stranger with suspicious eyes.

“Indeed not, Monsieur!”

“Then move aside! We have business to conduct!” the gruff Captain shouted as he signaled his men to dismount.

“At this time of night?” The stranger kept up the friendly demeanor but did not move out of the way. “You need to relax more!”

“I will not repeat myself a second time. Now MOVE, BOY!” The Captain’s face darkened with rage.

“Boy? How odd that I am referred to as a boy so often.” The laughter in the stranger’s voice was clear. “I am no boy!”

In one smooth motion the stranger flung both hat and cloak aside revealing a slender young woman with soft brown hair curling slightly just below her ears. “Now tell me what…BUSINESS… you have with these good villagers!”

The scorn in her voice showed clearly the contempt she was feeling for the armed men in scarlet.

“We are the Cardinal’s men!” The Captain of the guard proclaimed proudly. “We don’t tell anyone, especially a young snip of a girl, our business.”

With a nod of his gray head a couple of his men rushed the girl as if to take her down.

“Oh! You want to play do you?” She laughed as she nimbly dodged them then elbowed the men in the back, knocking them down. “Anyone else want to play?”

“You!” The Captain bellowed as he pointed at the girl.

“Yes, ME!” She laughed in his face.

“You will pay for your insolence!”

“No. You sir, will be the one paying!” All traces of laughter were gone as she faced the men who by now had all drawn their rapiers. “I don’t like people who take advantage of their rank to bully people, especially their fellow country men. Now STAND DOWN and leave this place! This is YOUR last warning!”

“Your dead, girl!” The Captain himself lunged forward with his sword.

Having anticipated this, the girl had her own rapier out and easily blocked the blow. Then just as swiftly she cut off the feather from his helmet then rested her blade against his cheek before he even knew what had happened.

“Who are you?” He asked in stunned amazement, fear showing in his eyes.

“I am Elizabeth Blair d'Artagnan, NOT at your service.” She gave a small stylish bow, not taking her eyes off his men.

“d'Artagnan?” The old man’s face paled even further. “Not the same d'Artagnan who was the King’s champion in the Musketeers?”

“That was my mother you twit!” the young d'Artagnan sneered. “I would have to be an old woman if that was me.”

The rest of the guard looked at each other uncertainly. Going after villagers was one thing. But going after a noblewoman was quite another.

“What are you doing so far from your lands?” The old man was still suspicious.

“If you must know, I am on my way to becoming a Musketeer just like my mother and father were and my grandfather before them.”

Slowly the old man backed away and signaled to his men. Obediently they all got back on their horses.

Curtly the Captain nodded to the young noble swords woman.

“I will be seeing you again, Lady d'Artagnan. You can be sure of that.”

“Oh, good! A play date!” She replied with a smile and a wink. “I look forward to that, Sir! Until then, au  revoir!”

With a flourish she bowed mockingly as they rode away.

“Just like a typical bully.” She muttered as she watched them disappear into the night. “So bent on harming those who are weaker, but the moment someone shows up who can bite back, they disperse like rats!”

Sunday, October 14, 2012

A Friend Named Sam

HI everyone! :D
I have created a new blog to present some stories I plan on doing where I take well known classics and put a SP Blogland spin on them.The first up will be The Three Musketeers.
Before I tell you more about that I want to take a moment to thank Sam for the WONDERFUL EPIC design he created for my blog. I am so happy and grateful that he took the time to help me out. (and so quickly too) :D

*hands Sam a million cupcakes (that never rot teeth or causes weight gain) and hugs*

I have always loved the designs Sam comes up with and am honored and privileged now to have a BLOG designed by him.
That boy as TALENT! :D

I will have the first part of The Three Musketeers by tomorrow, Tuesday at the latest.
Thans you all.