No Title Story! Again.

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.

No Title Story!

“No Title Story” Is a story I just had to write down as the other stories sort of got hung up. I am still sure as where I want to go,but the inspiration is missing a little. So by writing this I hope to regain some back and return quickly to the other stories. Hope you still enjoy the reading. Let me know what you think. Please any comment is welcome.

No Title Story

I am hoping to reach some land soon. The little power boat I borrowed earlier is being rocked back and forth by the large foaming waves in this dead of night. No stars or moon thanks to the clouds that let go buckets full of water. The small wipers can’t even keep up with the amount of water falling from the heavens and the spray of the waves that break apart against the bough. Hell is not hot and filled with flames, I am sure I landed right in the middle of it. 

‘God how was I to know it would come to this.’ 

With all my might I hang on to the small steering wheel and keep this vessel afloat the best I can. My head hung over against the window,  the prayers run though my head, barely having the strength to hold on, I hunch further over. Eyes squinted to try and look through the abundance of drops.  

‘Nothing to see, just try and keep it together and straight.’ 

The sensation of numbness in my left arm that hangs lifeless by my side, started to create a small pool of blood beneath my feet.  

A waves slams against the side of the boat almost pushing me over. My foot slips over the wet surface of the floor and have me fall down. I could remember my back hitting the wall and my vision of the world got smaller to the point is was just black. 

… 

The moment I cam through I saw a blurred image of a face. With a gentle feminine voice she spoke to me. You could hear a tremble and snickering as she held a hand of mine. 

“Are you okay sir? Was it is okay for me to come on top? I hope you don’t mind? I am terribly sorry if I wasn’t suppose to. I did stop the bleeding?” 

Slowly the vision was clearing and run down face looked straight into my eyes. A beautiful golden brown whiskey eyes, with run down mascara across her cheeks from all her tears. Lips curled up in  a smile if only a very little smile.  

“You are Gabriela right? Sorry. I lost consciousness. Ouch, that hurts.” 

-“No need to move, it is okay, the sea calmed down. And yes I am Gabriela. Thank you for getting me of that island. I do not know how to repays you” 

I look at my left arm and see a bandage wrapped around it, stained with blood. 

“What did you do, and how… Ooh god” My head rolled around and the lightness had me almost black out again. 

-“Just take it easy sir, Just for a minute. I do not know if I should mention this but the engine has stopped as well and…”  

Tears started running from her eyes behind her hands. With a soft touch I lean on her arm and pull one down. “You are right. It is okay, We will be okay somehow. You done a good job on the arm to stop the bleeding. Ad for what it is worth I am scared to…”