NaNoWriMo2015

So I'm writing in chunks so if it doesn't sound organized it isn't. FYI and be nice. :P

NaNoWriMo2015 - Day 1

“I can’t believe you were able to get tickets at such a short time” Sherry said in surprise. “Tonight is just perfect! I love you so much Greg.”
“Of course, anything for you babe.” Greg came in close for a quick kiss which isn’t quick at all. Finishing the kiss, Greg looks longingly into Sherry’s brown eyes. His breath misting in the clear winter night, he leans in again. Sherry pushes back and places her finger on his lips with a mischievous smile.
“We’ll be late, there will be plenty of time for that…later.” She trails her finger down his chest, grabbing his coat and tugging him to the theater. Smiling and laughing, she twirls him around in a circle until her foot catches on a crack in the sidewalk. “Oh!” she cries, but Greg catches her. “I thought I told you I’ll never let you go.” His eyes twinkling with that same glance she gave him. “Let’s go!” Greg and Sherry race towards the already thinning crowd in front of the theater. A figure looks on as Greg and Sherry disappear into the building.
“Greg! Geez, why did you stop!” Sherry exclaims.
Greg turns around craning his neck into the night. There is no one on the sidewalk, only a few pigeons wandering around aimlessly looking for crumbs. The dim orange streetlights casting shadows from the cars parked on the street.
“I thought I… nothing. Let’s just go.” He turns back to Sherry who’s eyes and brow show deep concern. “Don’t worry honey, it must have been my imagination.” He smiles at her, squeezes her close and kisses her on the top of the head. Sherry’s complexion softens as she relaxes. “Ok?” “Ok Greg.”

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Zoey never watched a theater performance before. People always say to live your life to the fullest. That is the least she could do. For him. I will watch this for him! Zoey decides. She peers around her unsure what she is supposed to do. She knows that she cannot draw attention to herself, especially because she sneaked inside. She knows that can’t really happen anyways, unless she slips but it is better to stay on the side of caution.
“Don’t let anyone know who you are, you will never be safe again.” His voice forcibly resounds in her mind.
Shivers run up and down her spine as she can feel the cold sweat creeping around her neck. Zoey wrings her hands trying to shake the feeling of uncertainty and unease pounding from her soul. No! Don’t lose control! Not here! Not now! Get a hold of yourself! Zoey’s legs begin to feel weak as she brings in her knees to hug close to her chest. She can feel the tears welling up in her eyes. If she wasn’t already sitting she would have fallen by now. Her breaths quicken as she begins to rock. “WHY!” she cries inside her mind, slamming her fist into the wall.
“Hey did you hear that Sam?” a male voice shouts.
Zoey gasps and freezes immediately. “Yeah, I think it came from over there, in that box.” Another voice called.
“Is there supposed to be anyone there?” the first voice questioned.
“No, we didn’t sell any box tickets for this show. Maybe someone got lost.”
“Yeah probably some kid, well let’s go take a look. Got your flashlight?”
“We better hurry, show is supposed to start in five minutes.”
“Gotcha, let’s do this!”

The two voices are coming closer and closer, and beams of light are sweeping the other boxes. You can do this. Just relax. Steps are coming closer and closer. Just relax, they won’t know. You will be fine. “This is the last one, let’s hurry!” The door opens abruptly and two lights shine inside right on her face, blinding her. Time seems to stop for Zoey. One. Two. Three. Four. Five… Zoey counts in her mind. “Ok doesn’t look like anyone is here. Maybe it was some animal.”
“Alright, I’ll see you after work? My house?”
“Yeah, I got a score to settle.”
“Haha you’ll never beat my score.”
“Oh is that a challenge?”
“You bet it is! Bring some food this time jerk, I don’t make enough to feed me and your fat butt.”
“Whatever, I’ll see you later then.”
The voices drift away and the glare is slowly fading from her eyes. She lets out a big sigh. Good. I can enjoy the show now.

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Without warning, the weather outside turned upside down. The stars were no longer visible as clouds drifted in from no where. The temperature turned cold and the air turned damp as a dense fog started creeping around the theater. In the distance two figures can be seen.
“Do you really have to be so dramatic?”
“I have no idea what you are speaking of.”
“Oh come on! Really? Fog? In the middle of June?”
“I prefer to be unseen.”
“Then put everyone to sleep! That’s something YOU DO, can’t you?”
“I prefer not to use my powers frivolously.”
“Fog isn’t frivolous?”
“No it is merely the changing of temperature in the air. The spirits are kind to grant me this wish.”
“Then ask your spirits to put everyone to sleep!”
“They will hear you! Do not speak of the spirits with such distaste!”
A sigh sounds as two bodies permeate through the fog, one female and the other male. The female is dressed in a dark dress that wraps tightly around her body. The fabric looks like it was crafted from night itself. Gold stars adorn the trim of the dress with matching jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair is long and voluminous, about waist length, the color of ever changing twilight. In her right hand she carries a wand with a star on top that shed sparks at every  move. Her face is pale white, with high cheekbones, and dark intense purple  eyes. Her lips are also purple and seems to be in a permanent scowl. Compared to her companion, she is short and petite, but currently her fury is unmatched by her size.
In contrast, the man is dressed in almost nothing. He has a red leather looking loincloth covering his midsection that is decorated with feathers, beads and fur. He also has boots that reach up above his ankles in the same red leather and fur as well as bracers. Around his neck is a necklace made from colorful beads, teeth of unknown origins and feathers. His jet black hair is pulled back in a bun away from his face so that you can see each intricate tattoo that covers his skin. He looks intimidating until you look into his quiet and calm gray eyes. There are smile lines around his weary knowing eyes. His face is stoic and solid, even with the constant rebuttals of his companion to which he gracefully disregards.
“Well we might as well get this over with, it isn’t as if I’m going to make this longer than it has to.” The female retorts as they stop when they see the theater.
“I agree, Antonia.”
“Don’t say my name out loud! Besides, what IS your name anyways.”
“We have no names, we merely serve the spirits.”
“Whatever. Let’s go.”
“Yes, Antonia.”
“STOP THAT!” Antonia growls. “Let me show you how it’s done… shaman! HEY! Can you give me a some room to work with here? I can’t see the sky!”
“As you wish.” The Shaman closes his eyes and kneels onto the ground, his hands resting on his lap.
“I’m waaaaaiting.”
“Silence woman, I need to concentrate.”
“How dare… FINE!” Antonia turns on her heel and strides angrily away. The shaman returns to his communing with the spirits. Antonia begins muttering under her breath. “Who does he think he is to tell me what to do. Woman?!? I have half a mind to go kick him in the face! He doesn’t even have any powers! All he does is sit there and… SITS THERE! UGH”
“There, it is done.”
“About ti…” Antonia turns around and stops in the middle of her sentence. A star shaped opening looks like it was cut through the dense clouds. The beautiful black sky is peppered with brilliant white stars. Antonia’s face breaks into an unfamiliar smile as she is enveloped in starlight. “Thank you Shaman” she breathes. Antonia seems to collect the starlight as it looks to infuse her. She begins to dance and spin, laughing and beautifully across the sidewalk floor. Shaman looks on in awe as she twirls around unfurling her wand which adds to the dazzling display.
“Let’s start with Lyra.” Antonia deliberately traces Lyra in the air with her star wand, starting with its brightest star Vega.
“Lyra? Antonia what are you intending?”
“Shh Shaman, it’s my turn now. Since you won’t put them to sleep, I will instead.” As she finishes tracing Lyra’s constellation, it flashes and a celestial woman carrying a harp is seen where Lyra’s constellation was. “Lyra, I want you to place everyone inside there to sleep. We don’t want to hurt anyone.” Lyra serenely nods and begins to play her harp while walking to the theater entrance. She glances at the doors and they slam open so she can walk through. Lyra disappears into the building.
“See Shaman. This if how you do it.” Antonia smugly says. Shaman merely looks towards the doors. A scream erupts from the theater. As Antonia snaps her head back to face the doors, a bedraggled Lyra races out of the doors.
“Lyra! What happened?!?” Antonia runs towards her. As Lyra scrambles back into the clearing, she falls into Antonia’s arms, taking one desperate look at Antonia her eyes full of tears, she clutches her harp and disappears. Looking at her hands where Lyra once was, Antonia begins to shake in disbelief.
“Antonia, are you well?” No answer. “Antonia.” Shaman calls. Nothing. Antonia’s arms fall down limply, her head cast down, she falls to her knees.
“Antonia!” Shaman urges.

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Days 2 & 3

The doors of the theater abruptly close and the entire building itself radiates so much power that it glows. Inside, everything appears normal. The show is still going on and nobody knows the difference, except Zoey.
What was that just now? Zoey wonders. She inadvertently clutches her hands to her chest in fear, but from what? Her pulse races and her body feels like she just finished running. I’m sorry, I can’t just sit here. She gets up and starts looking around. No one else in the theater seems to notice anything. I’ve got to get out of here. Something is wrong. Zoey starts heading down towards the entrance, dodging ushers and workers milling about the theater. Zoey moves slowly and slides along the walls. She checks over her shoulder to see if anyone is going to notice the door opening. No one is watching. She gingerly grabs the door handle with her right hand and pushes down. It doesn’t open. Frowning, Zoey grabs it with both hands and pushes quietly. Nothing. She kicks the handle and it clangs loudly but does not open. Quickly turning around, a few workers are gazing at the door and peering around to see what could have made the noise.
“Did you hear that?”
“Might be the wind, I’ll check.” The worker starts walking towards Zoey. Zoey starts edging away from the door trying to find somewhere she won’t be knocked over. The worker comes straight at her. Zoey freezes, the worker’s hand reaches out towards her. Shutting her eyes she thinks, This is when I get caught and my life is over! The worker instead reaches for the door and jiggles it. They even are able to open and close it. Zoey watches with wide eyes. Why couldn’t I open it? 
“Nothing is wrong over here.” The worker shrugs and goes back to what they were doing.
Eyes narrowing, Zoey goes back to the door and pushes with all of her strength. It won’t budge at all. What is happening?

“That won’t work my child.” A soft woman’s voice says sadly behind her.
“But she is just so cute!” A brighter sounding woman says. Zoey instantly whips around. Standing before her are two woman, twins, wearing long flowing dresses. The strange thing is that both women are wearing masks, one is crying and the other is laughing. Zoey  moves slowly backward and trips over a garbage can. She quickly turns around and tries to catch it before it falls.
“Do not worry child.” The first woman says woefully.
“No one can hear you. They can’t see you anyways too” the laughing masked woman giggles.
“You must be so dreadfully sad, that no one can see your beautiful face.”
“Well we can. She is just so cute!! I can’t contain it!” The laughing woman convulses in laughter on the floor.
“Behave yourself, its so tragic that no one can see her.” The sad woman sobs.

Zoey doesn’t know what is going on at this moment. She looks around in a panic and no one is moving. Eyes wide, she stares at the two women who are comically laughing and tragically crying. What did you do to everyone!? Zoey questions in her mind.
“They are just resting for now, until we have a need for them. Oh! We should introduce ourselves, I am Thalia, the muse of Comedy.” She says smiling brightly at Zoey.
“My name is Mel, the muse of Tragedy. Your situation is just so sad Zoey.”
How does she know my name? 
“I know your name because your entire story is filled with tragedy. I want you by my side, but it’s so tragic!” Mel walks towards Zoey, but Zoey pulls back in fear. She turns to the door and throws her weight against it, but just like before it refuses to budge.
“Don’t try to disappear, I will still see you. Come to my side, we can do marvelous things together. The stories we could tell. Well! I can tell of your story! Come Zoey!” The woman named Mel hungrily walks closer and closer to Zoey. Zoey becomes frantic and looks around in a panic. Her eyes well up with tears and she begins to silently sob.

“No. You will not take her foul woman!” A man’s voice thunders through. Somehow the doors behind Zoey have opened and standing behind her is an aboriginal man with feathers, teeth, and fur. His body is completed covered in intricate tattoos. Zoey tries to shy away but he grabs her by the waist and turns around running out of Mel’s reach. He stops by a woman in a deep purple dress and scoops her up in his other arm then continues. Zoey can’t believe her eyes at the speed in which he can travel. Soon they are in a park far away from the theater.  The man sets both women down at what looks like a fountain. The man stops to catch his breath before asking her “Are you okay?” Zoey looks up at him, paying attention to his calm gray eyes. She swallows and nods at him.
“Good. Can you speak?” Zoey shakes her head no.
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
Zoey shrugs and smiles plaintively. The other woman at this time beings to scream at the top of her lungs. Zoey’s eyes widen and she scoots backwards into a tree, lips pressed together. The man turns to look at the screaming woman, and then to Zoey. He smiles at Zoey as if to reassure her, then walks over to the woman.
“Antonia! Snap out of it!” He kneels before her and gently shakes her shoulders, but to no avail. Instead the woman stops screaming but she begins to shudder and wail a horrible cry.
“Antonia! You are fine, we are safe!” The man hurriedly reaches into his bag and takes out a leafy bundle. His eyes narrow in concentration staring intently at the bundle. It then begins to smoke and he relaxes in relief. Taking the now smoking bundle he waves it around the poor crying woman. Curious, Zoey crawls forward to get a better view. The bundle the man was burning has gone out, but the man continues to kneel before the woman who is no longer crying. Finally he rises from his position and helps the woman stand. She is beautiful. Zoey thinks.
“Thank you Shaman, I’m fine now. I don’t know what came over me. When Lyra disappeared, I felt her anguish like she was tormented.”
“You are welcome Antonia. I found a girl.”
“Oh! Who is this?”
“I do not know. She does not speak.”
“You can not speak child?” Zoey shakes her head. “Why are you hear?”
“I rescued her from those evil women.”
“What evil women?”
“The evil women from the theater. They must be guarding the theater.”
“Well this complicates things. Girl, do you have a name?” Zoey takes the woman known as Antonia’s hand and draws a ‘Z’ on it.
“’Z?’ That is simple enough. What should we do with you?”
“The evil women seem to want her.” Zoey looks up at the man and smiles appreciating.
“Well we can’t have that can we. Let’s call this mission a failure and regroup with the others. Maybe they can help us figure out what to do next. I didn’t think that they would pair up. This complicates things even further.”
“Are you sure you are safe to travel?”
“If you call whatever it is that you do traveling, sure Shaman. Take us to our friends.”
“As you wish. I don’t actually go, I send my projection…” Shaman begins.
“Shut up and do whatever it is you do!” Antonia retorts. Shaman sighs and sits down to pray. Minutes pass and nothing has happened. Antonia looks far from patient.
“Z, you should come closer anyways, just in case. Have you eaten? You look like a mess. We will fix you up.” Z takes a nervous look at the man. “Don’t worry, he is fine. He enjoys taking his sweet time. I’m here.”

“I am also here. You also look like a mess Antonia!” A cloven voice says behind them. They turn around and see a woman dressed in a gown that appears to be made up of leaves. Her eyes are also green, and a crown of flowers decorate her hair. “Are you ready?”
“Thank you for coming so swiftly Dianann.” Shaman gets up and joins the other two, Zoey looking in wonderment and Antonia bristling.
“A mess? ME?! How dare you!”
“SILENCE!” Shaman cows her. “Let us go, we have much to do.”
“Indeed, listen to the Shaman, he has the most sense. Gather around to this tree please. Make sure to touch it. Alright now hold onto me.”
“Yes yes, get on with it.”
“Hush Antonia,” Dianann says. “The child will be confused. I don’t want to lose her in the transfer. You will feel a pulling, do not worry. Just hang onto me and you will be fine. You two as well. Ready? Set? Go!” Then the world turns black.

------------------FLASHBACK--------------------
Ten Years Ago

A loud pounding on wood breaks the cold morning silence. “Where is she!!” a woman’s voice is heard screaming between the pounding. “Give her back to me!!” A man with dirty blond hair and green eyes shuffles out to the foyer. Yawning and stretching he comes to the door, stumbling over the slippers barely on his feet. He adjusts the bathrobe back onto his shoulder to peer through the peep hole. Rubbing his unawakened eyes, he tries one more time to focus on who it is. With a sigh full of regret he opens the door. A woman pushes the door wide open as she steps through, forcing the man to fall against the wall. The man takes a long look at her out of disbelief. She is wearing a red coat that reaches all the way down to her black boots trimmed with white fur, black leather gloves and wide black hat. Her face is porcelain with red lipstick on her lips and big sunglasses covering her eyes.
“Where is she?”
“Good Morning Chanel.”
“Where is she?! I know you have her Chadwick.”
“Have who?”
“Our daughter!”
“Wait wait.” Chadwick scratches his head in confusion, closing his eyes in deep thought. “WE have a daughter? We aren’t even together anymore. I’m surprised you remember my name.”
“Stop playing a fool Chad! I know you have her! Zoey! Zoey! It’s your mother!! I swear to you Chad, you will not keep her from me!” Chanel rushes around the small two bedroom apartment looking desperately for her daughter.
“Chanel you are insane, there is nothing here.”
“Then what is this!” Chanel triumphantly waving a small stuffed panda bear in Chad’s living room.
“That, my dear Chanel, is mine. I won it for you at the county fair for your birthday. Oh, I forgot. You wrote me out of your life because I wasn’t rich enough for your standards. You wouldn’t have any recollection of such a trivial matter. I do, however, want my panda back.” Chad steps over to a very shocked Chanel and calmly removes the panda from her hands.
“I do believe you outworn your welcome, even before you set foot in here Chanel. Let me escort you off the premises.” He moves over to the couch and places the bear on it. He then sternly guides Chanel’s elbow towards the front door.
“Get off of me Chad! I know where the door is! If I find out that you are hiding her, you won’t have ANYTHING left! I promise you!” Chad nods and discretely moves her outside the door.
“Of course, good day Chanel!” and he slams the door in her face making sure to deadbolt the door. With a relieved sigh, he walks back towards his bedroom. The panda bear that he placed on the couch is now on the floor. Smiling, he picks it up.
“Zoey? Come here honey. She’s gone.”
Chad’s robe gets heavier on his right. He peers down and there is a small little girl with jet black hair looking up at him with scared eyes. She looks about 3 years old and trembling.
“Aww don’t worry Zoey. We won’t let the nasty lady get you.” He bends down to pick her up and hold her in his arms. Zoey curls up into a ball and snuggles his chest. Chad closes his eyes while petting Zoey’s back and starts to sway and dance with her in his arms. “You are safe, Zoey.” He says while kissing her on the head.
“I love you too Daddy.” Zoey squeaks, sighing in contentment.
“Alright cutie, go get ready for breakfast. What do you want today?” Chad takes his bundle and sets her on the ground.
“Chocolate pancakes!”
Chad laughs, “Ok because you have been such a good girl, we’ll have chocolate pancakes. Now get going! I have a fun day planned!” Chad turns around and notices the panda bear still sitting on the floor.
“Zoey!” he calls, “Don’t forget about Mr. Panda!” The panda bear lifts off the ground and in an instant disappears.
“Thanks sweetie!”

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The house is so quiet. Zoey tried not to breathe too loudly or else she’ll reveal herself. Instead she focused on her other senses. She moves her hand and feels something furry. This must be some sort of coat. I hope. She moves her other hand and touches something cold and immediately snatches her hand away, gasping. Clutching her hand, she tries to calm her breathing. She can hear footsteps coming toward her. Shadows dance with the light from the space underneath the door. As the shadows near she holds her breath hoping they will go away. One. Two. Three. Four. Five… She counts in her mind. She calms her pulse trying to think about other things. The shadow moves away from the door and light replaces it quickly. Zoey physically relaxes and lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
“Ah Ha! I found you!” The door yanks open and the light temporarily blinds Zoey.
“No!” Strong hands reach for her, she tries to fight but she knows that she is doomed. They are just too strong. Zoey’s body grows weak and she allows those hands to pull her from her hiding place. She knows there is nothing she can do anyways and any attempts to escape will be futile.  Resigned to her doom and failure she closes her eyes.
“I got you! You can’t shift out now. It’s too late.” a male voice proclaims. Zoey opens her eyes to look up to her captor, but she realizes that there is something covering her face. She tries to wiggle but her arms are bound by something. She wants to scream, she wants to yell, she wants to fight but she can’t move. She can feel herself being carried somewhere. Finally she stops moving and get placed down onto something. The covering falls off of her face but her eyes can’t adjust to the change in light. Slowly she start to focus and she sees the back of her captor. He has broad shoulders, finely trimmed hair, strong hands and arms, he turns to look at her with a gentle smile.
“Zoey.” He says softly. “It’s time to go to sleep. We can play more next time. I promise.” The man steps over to where Zoey is lying, her bed, and gives her a quick hug and kisses her on her forehead. Zoey looks up plaintively into his green eyes, but he only smiles bigger and tucks her into bed. “I know honey, but it is too late tonight. Tomorrow is a new day ok? Good night sweetie.” He kisses her once again and get up from the bed, he walks to the door and takes one last look before turning off the light and shutting the door. He stands there in the doorway with his middle and ring finger bent of his left hand in the sign for ‘I love you’. Zoey mirrors the gesture, then smiles, curling to her side, her eyes blinking slow as she falls asleep.
-----------------------End of Day 2 & 3-----------------------