Work In Progress 3 Codenamed: Blood TrigramA Chapter by JSmith0612This is an idea based on a dream I had. Warning; Language, eventually. Standing
before this cold grey stone, I couldn’t believe that a year had already passed
me by and the loss I felt that day I saw him collapse on the sidewalk, blood
oozing from his chest, ran through me as strong as ever. “I miss
you, baby. Why’d you have to leave me?” I murmured to the lifeless artifact in
front me. A year ago today my boyfriend �" no fiancé - was shot down on the sidewalk right before my
very eyes. And every day since then, rain or snow or heat, I came to this place
�" grasping the last gift he had given me between my fingers: the engagement
ring I placed on a chain around my neck. Feeling a chill on the back of my neck
�" that feeling of being watched �" I pulled my ball-cap down over my eyes,
bidding the stone one more farewell and turned back down the path that I had
come up previously. Something
in my gut told me to get back on the main drag. Today of all days, my instincts
were telling me that Murphy’s Law was going to go into full effect. And I was right.
As soon as I stepped onto the sidewalk near the highway, a van pulled up
besides that and it was the last thing I saw. Literally, because a black hood
was pulled over my eyes and I was yanked inside. Shortly after that, the sounds
left me as a needle pierced my neck and I lost the connection I had with my
surroundings. Eventually,
I awoke. It seemed like hours later but I awoke in a cold, concrete and blue
tile room on a black leather couch. The hood was gone and my hearing returned
to me quickly. I blinked several times, the room coming into gradual focus. I sat up �" my
heart threatening to bust from my chest. A figure
sat across the table in a black leather loveseat, peeking up at me over folded
hands. Ice blue
eyes… black hair with caramel colored tips… slightly tanned skin… “There is
no way….” I barely got the words out. The figure sighed. “Yeah there
is.” The tenor of his voiced echoed across the room. “But you
DIED! I SAW it!” I exploded, tears of mixed shock and joy running down my face.
He groaned,
“Love… about that…. I am so so sorry. I never meant for you to get wrapped up
in this. It was only supposed to be a few others and myself. No normites. But
there was no other choice. “ Normite? I’ll have to ask about that term later.
For now, one thing spilled from my lips. “Why?” “One word:
war.” © 2016 JSmith0612
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Added on May 16, 2016 Last Updated on May 16, 2016 Tags: War, supernatural, secret society, archaeology, romance, betrayal AuthorJSmith0612Pryor, OKAboutHi! My name is Jeri R. Smith. I am 28 years old. I have been married for a little 3 years and been with my husband a total of 4 years. We live in Pryor, OK with our dog Lucky. I have my bachelors degr.. more..Writing
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