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My Watcher, Keep Me Safe

Discussion in 'Creative Writing & Arts' started by Victoria King, May 24, 2003.

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  1. Victoria King

    Victoria King Rocket Ranger

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    This is seperate from the going ons of alias right now and also seperate from any of the other alias seasons, except that it has alias characters(of course!) ENJOY! and please please review! hope you like! :D again review, you make my day if you do, whether its good or bad, i like to know that ppl read my stories! ^_^

    “I told you not to go past the yard when it’s getting dark, did I not?” Sydney peered through the dark lenses of her sunglasses that she still wore hiding her eyes even though the golden glow from the heat of the afternoon had died down to a soft bubbling pink, at the tiny head . “Answer me, you do know that I only made these rules to protect you? Right?”

    Out of all the things that Sydney despised it was making her daughter cry. Whenever Larissa’s emerald green eyes began to gloss over with the unmistaken able glaze of tears, Sydney would try to convince herself that it is normal for children to cry and nothing can be done about it, nothing, it has nothing to do with you, nothing. When Larissa was only a baby, no larger than the size of her forearm and her unruly chestnut hair stuck up in curlicues, she blamed herself for all of her daughter’s cries whether it was for a thirst-quenching bottle or just the caressing touch of her fingers against the baby’s back.

    She always felt responsible for her daughter’s happiness and tears because of her childhood, the only part of her life she recalls at all, and she has no idea who her baby’s father is. When Sydney was five and her mother would let Sydney grade papers with her ( in actuality giving Sydney old papers from past years that students did not deem important enough to take with them), the woman in her memory with a huge smile and long flowing hair, the color of hers, would spend more time paying attention to Sydney then her own scholarly papers waiting impatiently to be graded. Sydney grinned every time her mother approved the grade she marked on the paper in bright red ink, as startling as blood against a dead man’s heart, a sight that often appears in her dreams, more now than ever.

    “I said I was sorry, Mommy.” Pushing her glasses over the rim of her nose, leaving the tiniest opening of light to sneak in upon her raccoon eyes, Sydney saw her four year old daughter’s shimmering eyes peering up at her in sad puppy eyes, fake of course.

    “Uh, how come I can never seem to resist those eyes and you know it! Come here, dinner is almost done and I don’t want it to get cold.” Grabbing her giggling daughter by freckled hand, she began to walk up the short drive up to their two story pale yellow Victorian style house complete with the wraparound porch and tower ( Larissa’s favorite part of the house, especially when playing Princess).

    Almost five years ago with stomach protruding far out in front, no ring on her finger, and only knowing her name and certain childhood memories, Sydney pulled up in her beaten down red pick up that she bought off of a man with no teeth just past the California border. The sound of the truck, which is resting peacefully in a junk yard five miles down the road, still resonates in her ears. The sound of the motor sputtering and heaving every few seconds reminded her of a gunshot even though she could never remember hearing a gun or even seeing one up close.
    She had found five thousand dollars and an address and the name Sydney scrawled hastily on a ripped sheet of notebook paper in the bottom of her straw purse (cheap no doubt) that was draped around her throbbing shoulder when she awoke on a wooden park bench surrounded by running boys with dirt marks on their faces, family picnics and the overpowering smell of mulch and freshly mowed grass.

    Without even questioning the money or the address or even the name that gave her the uneasy feeling of déjà vu, she began walking, letting the cool breeze of the morning, she knew it was morning because the moon was still visible if you looked real hard at the sky a certain way, it was always there, a hidden secret waiting fade in and out at the right moments, whipping at her bare ankles underneath the flowing spring dress that she just now saw for the first time.
    As Sydney opened the swing door for Larissa, who jumped over the cracked step into the house with a little squeal, she felt like she was being watched. She could feel a persistent pair of eyes boring down on her and zeroing in on the back of her forehead, examining her every move and noticing the way she wore no shoes and how she wasn’t smiling when Larissa wasn’t looking.

    A snap of a twig and the squawk of a crow cause her to twist her head around quickly. Expecting to see someone or at least a small animal with beady black eyes gazing back at her, she saw nothing, just a slight rustle in the bushes near the dirt road. Most likely the wind, she told herself, it’s nothing. Even though Sydney had no reason to be worried or even to suspect someone was watching her, she couldn’t fight back the feeling that someone was looking at her right now through invisible lenses that were transparent to her.
    “MOMMY! What’s the matter?” Jerkily, Sydney turned to see Larissa, scraped knees and her worry lines across her forehead, standing in the crumbling doorway waiting for her.
    “Nothing is the matter….nothing….” Before turning back around to her daughter, Sydney took one last glance at the lone bush just feet away from her. “Come on, let’s get you washed up for dinner, I made peach pie, your favorite.” It was nothing, don’t get so worked up Sydney, she told herself, who would be after me?

    Okay what do you think?! Im trying something so if you like reply, if you don’t reply! IF YOU DON’T REPLY I WONT KNOW WHAT TO DO OR IF I DID SOMETHING RIGHT OR WRONG! THANKS!!
     
  2. Sarah

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    Of corse I had to come read my sister's fanfic! LMAO! I REEALLY liked it! keep up the good work sis!
     
  3. Alias_luver33

    Alias_luver33 Rocket Ranger

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    Great job so far. Is Vaughn the father? I REALLY REALLY REALLY hope so.
    It would be SOOOOOOOOOO cool if he was!!! Well, anyways, great job. Post soon!!!!!

    ~Shammi~ :love:
     
  4. kleverkitten

    kleverkitten Rocket Ranger

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    Wow...this is interesting. I wanna see where it goes. Hmm.....

    :D
     
  5. xdancer

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    I absolutely adore it. You should definitely keep going. Can you PM me when you put another chap up, please?
     
  6. aliaschick4mv

    aliaschick4mv Rocket Ranger

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    Wow is right! Wait, so she doesn't remember much of anything, she has a 5 year old-ish daughter, with green eyes :cough:Vaughn:cough: and now someones watching the two of them? Great idea! I can't wait to read more! Be nice and PM me when you write more? Pretty please with Vaughn on the side?

    Luve ya,
    Dani
     
  7. Alias_luver33

    Alias_luver33 Rocket Ranger

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    Could you PM me when you post a new chapter? That would be great! Thanks!

    ~Shammi~
     
  8. Victoria King

    Victoria King Rocket Ranger

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    thanks guys and hmmm you never know who her father is.......just have to wait and read!!hehehe and yes if you had said you would like to pmed i will, and if you want me to pm you when i post the next chapter, review!thanks again!
     
  9. nance

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    hmph! i don't like it! :madfire:
    LARISSA!?!?!?!?!?!?! ok who likes the name Katia better?!?!?! MEEE!!!!! MEEE!!!! :P hmph and i want peach pie :P

    ok fine i like it but only if you change her name to KATIAAA
     
  10. i dont' think we know anyone else with green eyes except vaughn. hum... or are you going to create a new character??? hum... though their baby having green eyes is gentically next to impossible since green is usually the recessive gene and sydney and both her parents are brown eyed.... I love it though keep up the great job. :)
    --Mandy :angelic:
     
  11. nancee

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    dude! she dont know who the dad is? well its GOTTA be vaughn!!!! ah! i like it! post more!
     
  12. *SPYnish*

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    I like it, It´s Very Good, continue Please (y)

    Good Night

    ~Natalia~
     
  13. Victoria King

    Victoria King Rocket Ranger

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    next chapter in the works, hopefully i can stay up and finish it!
     
  14. Victoria King

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    Heavy raindrops splattered on the windowpanes on the old house, plink plink, and down the decaying sides making the sound magnify inside. During dinner when the thunderstorm began to sneak up on the quiet day, Larissa had run underneath the table for safety, crawling up in a trembling ball at the feet of her mother.

    It took Sydney almost three hours of coaxing, humming, rocking and demonstrations of how the rain can not hurt you to get Larissa off of the moth-eaten beige carpet. It then took another two hours to get her to detach from Sydney’s hipbone where Sydney thought she had permanently glued herself.
    Exhausted and weary, Sydney listens to the soft lullaby of the rain distracting her from the towering mountain of dirty dishes awaiting her attention in the sink. Glancing about the unkempt house she notices the flashing red light on the phone. After dragging herself over to the phone, she presses the play button then props herself against the sliding glass window connecting the kitchen to the rickety wraparound porch which is desperately in need of a paint job.

    “You have three messages,” the machine retorts back in its monotonous tone which Sydney parrots back to it mockingly as she slumps off to the white porcelain sink.

    The machine rolls through two of the messages which don’t even phase her (Danna Carrington about car pooling to daycare tomorrow and one of the receptionists at work calling to see if she was going to the family picnic, both of which for some strange reason bring her to tears for no reason), but the third one makes her head bolt up. She had never heard of the woman before in her life and even after hearing her message doesn’t care to know her or couldn’t even repeat the purpose of the call.
    Her name was the only thing that stood out to Sydney, Nancy Michaels.

    Michaels. Michael. Sydney ached to know where that name was familiar besides the ten Michael’s in Larissa’s nursery class. She knew it wasn’t one of them because a grave feeling of forgetfulness encompassed her and choked her until she had to sit down in order to think properly. Ransacking every imaginable hiding spot in her brain, she can still not find a face to the name or even a memory that seems to fit the puzzle.

    Overhead the consistent lullaby of droplets of water on rooftops continued. Upstairs in her small room painted yellow, her favorite color, Larissa lay huddled in a ball trying to fall asleep and directly below her sits her mother, perplexed with confusion surrounding the mystery behind her past, which is still a complete blur of abstract colors and muted sounds.

    Neither of them notices the black car blending in perfectly with its surroundings stop on the slick grassy edge of the road, kicking up mud and tarnished water. Nor do they see two pairs of blood shot eyes behind the one keen eye of a steel revolver, staring straight up into the second story window right above the kitchen.


    i know short but it got to where i wanted it to get in the second chapter!! and dont ya just love cliffhangers, i know its not that bad of one but still a tiny one! i made it tiny bc i cant stand cliffhangers(especially the season finale one, im in a state of panic still!)
    read and REVIEW! please and thank you!
     
  15. xdancer

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    No, I don't just love cliffhangers! Still wonderful. I'm anxious to see what happens next.
     
  16. Victoria King

    Victoria King Rocket Ranger

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    thanks! and lol! cliffhangers are healthy!lol!
     
  17. musically83

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    good stuff.....very innnnteresting.....more soon???
     
  18. Vaughn'sGirl

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    pm me please ?
     
  19. aliaschick4mv

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    OOOH VICKI! Darling, you MUST tell me who this person is! :dies: TELL ME! I CAN'T TAKE IT!! Can you PM me when you write more?

    Luve ya,
    Dani
     
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