Now This story I wrote last week wasn’t letting me go and so i am writing a second part for it. It just came to life as the words dropped down on the paper. There is still no way of saying where I want to go with this so as you will notice there are some doubles introduced. Call it an experiment if you will to see how a single word can change a story. What side would you pick?
No Title Story! Again.
Slowly my memories are coming back to me as we rested some more. with her head laying on my lap. Biting the pain of the arse that started to feel like a wooden board it self. My dizziness has subsided and my arm feels very much like it can move again. A little low on sugar/blood but nothing a quick bite can fix. I reach the jacket and fold it into a pillow beside my knee. Gently I lift up the girl head and slide the jacket underneath it before I lay her back on it.
I sneak on to the back of the deck and open up the hatch that leads to the engine compartment. the fresh ocean air is slightly polluted by a smell of molten plastic. Before I even could lean down to see where the problem lies, a voice startled me. I never heard her walking up to me.
“How are you feeling? What are you doing… can you fix it?”
Her curiosity I that of a young child, but she is also the first to ever ask me how I am doing. I look her in the eyes that are filled with a bright sparkle of life, above this innocent smile. “I am okay thank you for asking and I am taking a look to see why the engine has stalled.”
She takes a seat on the small bench seat and leans on the side of the bough staring across the calm waters and up to the sky. Glowing a morning red still showing the moon/two moons. Her dress slightly pulled up showing scars on her legs. No one would guess behind that innocent looks hides a killer and thief. Trained by one of the best cat burglar and assassin in the world. She was the one who asked me to get her of the island, as she sensed something was going to happen.
She reminds me of her so much. Long black hair with the amber eyes burning in her skull. But always that innocent smile. Monica Saboteur, codename BlitzKitten. I can’t hide my smile while I see a vision of her occupy my mind while getting all dirty from the badly maintained block as I quick fix an engine cable.
“Uhm Sir, could I ask you name… We did no get a proper introduction. I am Gabriela Saboteur, age 16.” Her face is turned towards me and a distant memory returns to me. So polite and lady like for such a young age. Just like the 17 years ago when I met Monica on the streets of a run down city. one of the many who lost the war against the lawless/Intruders.
“The name is Gabriel Donnertal, sergeant and mercenary for hire…”
Before I could even continue she interrupted me… “That explains all the scars covering your body. You must have been in a lot of fights?” Her eyes look up to the stars again, this time with a sad vibe. “Momma had a lot of scars to. One was by the only man who could ever handle her man-to-man. She was always smiling when I ask her to tell me that story. I am sure it were one of her fondest memories, of that I am sure and it matches perfectly with the one you got on your arm as well…” tears were welling up in her eyes again as she forced her smile on to me. “Is she going to be okay… Will I see momma again?”
I always have fun writing when the story is just born and getting a life of its own. Flowing free from the mind onto the paper.