Chapter One: Falling Through Walls

Chapter One: Falling Through Walls

A Chapter by JulieNorell
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I dont know if its any good, but i love writing.

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Melanie hated walking, considering she lived in New York, and she didn't have the best sense of direction. Walking down the long damp streets covered in trash, and homeless men, she stumbled in her 3-inch heels. She had always loved heels but they weren't good for walking 8 miles in. She had fell asleep on the bus and wound up 8 miles from home in her best dress, in the ghetto, and without money or a phone, someone had stolen it while she was asleep. 

         "This," she thought "is my life." Not everyone had good luck and she guessed it was just chance that she got the worst of it, its not like someone’s out to get her or something...No it was just life. She had been walking for about 20 minutes and wasn't exactly sure where she was going....

         "Do I go left or right...Better go right...I think,” She thought uncertainly. Crossing her fingers she turned and walked down the street...Only to find that it turned and led straight to a dead end...

         "So much for blind faith!" She thought giggling...She was used to dead ends they seemed to appear right in front of her....

         "What’s so funny sweetheart?" Someone said from behind her...She stiffened; she had been starring up at the wall that blocked her path when a tall dark man stalked up behind her and stood not 10 feet away...

         "Um, just...Nothing." She squeezing past him in the narrow alleyway, their chests almost brushing...She was almost to the end of the alley, when the tall dark man grabbed her wrist.

         "Let go!" Melanie screamed...Retching her wrist free she, scratched the mans face, and ran towards the street...Then stopped dead in her tracks...Two men stepped into the open alley way from behind the wall, these two were identical except for the long jagged scare on one of their bare chests, they crossed their arms over their chests in perfect harmony, they'd had practice...

         "The jerks.... I’ve got to get out of here.... Back up...." Forgetting about the tall man behind her she backed straight into his arms...He spun her around and looked at her...then he slammed her back into the wall.

         "Ouf!" The air whooshed out of her lungs, causing her to gasp and giving the man the chance to stick his tongue down her throat. His breath tasted like cigars and peppermints. Thrashing, she bit down on his tongue, causing him to yelp. Melanie sprinted around the corner of the red brick building, almost slamming into the wall on the other side of the alley, then realized it was a dead end, and right then, someone clamped their hand around her mouth, and another around her stomach, she bit down on the hand as she was lifted off the ground, making her invisible capturer curse, but they didn't put her down until she was against the cold brick wall. Then she saw the man, he had green eyes, not like lush green fields but more like sickly moss with yellow starbursts in them, making him look like a cat, he had a narrow pointy face and over gelled, black hair, and bloody streaks down his right cheek where Melanie had scratched him.

         "Feisty are we? You know I can play rough to." He punched her in the mouth. She gasped, fell, and spit out the blood from her split lip. While she was still on the wet, cracked, asphalt, the man kicked her again, and again. Melanie's vision was fading, and then clearing then fading again. The men ripped her dress, tore at her hair, all the while Melanie was screaming, not bloody murder but in anger, she didn't lie there and take the beating, she fought back. She kicked, bit, clawed, punched, thrashed, jabbed; she hoped she was making it hard for them to enjoy themselves.

         "Your just as helpless as a little kitten, you might as well just give in." The bare chested man with the long jagged scare said, apparently it was his turn, Melanie didn't like being called helpless...She pretended to give into the mans wishes as he lay over her, he seemed to believe her, letting go of her hair and leaning over to bite her neck. That’s when Melanie struck, right under his jaw, almost soundlessly, he passed out, she shoved him off of her, and crawled around the corner of the alley, the other two were standing in the opening of the alley, chit chatting. One of them glanced over in her direction, doing a double take as he saw her, he pointed and turned the taller one towards her, she backed up as quickly as she could, scarping her, now bare, knees, she used the wall to drag herself into a standing position, and again as support. She was so sore, unbelievably so, she waddled faster as she heard the men’s measured footsteps behind her. 

         "No where to go sweetheart!" One of the men called out from behind her. She was passing the man she knocked out almost to the back of the alley; she gave him a kick for good measure. She reached the back of the alley and turned so that her back was against the wall. The men were looking down on their friend.

         'He always was the weakling." The tall man said. He had a slight accent that made Melanie think that maybe he was from Chicago. The man looked up at her, and stepped over his friend.

         "What are you going to do now sweetheart? You've got yourself backed to the wall." The man said walking slowly, closing the distance between them.

         "Let's just shoot her and go, we're done with her anyway." Other twin said, surveying the alley and spitting towards his brother. 

         "I wanna keep this one.... She’s a real piece of work..." The man had stopped right in front of Melanie, just out of kicking distance. He took one step towards her and Melanie rolled till she was in the corner of the alley, pushing against the wall, wishing she could just fall through...And then she did. The last thing she saw before her she fell through was the tall man pulling a pistol out of his jacket, and firing. Then there was darkness, and pain, an excruciating pain in her chest that didn't let up. She felt like she was sinking into water...Then she resurfaced from the dark water and was on the floor. She didn't know what floor or where. All she knew was that she was going to die. She was sure of it, because she was looking at the most beautiful being she s ever laid eyes on. He had flaming orange hair; literally, it was actually fire, flickering orange yellows and reds, flared but stayed in place like normal hair, and sending reflections in the dark room. His eyes were golden with flecks of brown in them. Though his ears were pointed and his face was narrow, he was angelic. His nose was a straight line. His lips were full, and moving. It took her a while to register that he was speaking to her. Melanie was to busy marveling over this creature

         "He must be an angel...Does heaven have red carpets and beds the size of blimps? Why am I still in pain? Aren't I supposed to feel peace and warmth? I’m freezing! There is nothing warm and peaceful about heaven just really cute guys who have flaming hair!" Melanie usually had rant thoughts and was easily distracted, could never hold still and was always happy, except when she was in heaven and it didn't turn out to be anything like people always say it is. Distracted once again by her A.D.D. compulsions she looked at the man. He was still speaking to her, cradling her head in his lap. 

         "Are you all right? Can you hear me?" looking to his left he spoke to someone, a woman in a white apron, in soft tones. Melanie's hearing seem to burst through a bubble all at once, not used to the noise, she covered her ears, and then cried out as her right arm jerked at the bullet wound in her chest.

         "She is aware, but not responding. Where's the doctor. She is human she needs care." He spoke with a calm urgency but there was a hint of anger. 

         "Let me go! No! Don't touch me!" Melanie didn't know where the outburst came from, maybe it was her panic from her recent experience, but it was violent. Finally, after about 3 minutes of screaming and striking in random directions, someone stabbed Melanie with a needle while 4 others held down her flailing limbs. And she drifted, finally finding her peace and warmth.



© 2010 JulieNorell


Author's Note

JulieNorell
Ignore grammar problems, What do you think of the story line....Good, bad, or just ok. If its bad or just ok, what do you think i can do better?

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Wow, wonderful work here mortal! Loved it, this looks like it's going to be a very good, very interesting story here, I am quite enjoying it I must say! Again, very well written and presented. I do like Melanie, she's one tough cookie! Good work again, I look forward to more, indeed~

Posted 14 Years Ago


If an artist can solicit a reaction from their audience, any reaction, then their art has done it's job. This isn't my genre, but you made it interesting by your compelling writing. Artists provide what the audience doesn't know it needs.

Make the genre your own. Bring what's unique about you to your writing. The rest will unfold on its own.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I get it! Kind of. I think I know where you're taking this now. Anyway, it took me a while to figure out when this was, but I'm pretty sure it was before the prologue, right? It still jumped around a little bit. Some places it seemed like there was too much detail, and other places there wasn't enough. Maybe make it more even? I know that my writing isn't exactly even, but it would be nice if at least yours was =)

Posted 14 Years Ago


i enjoyed it. When I was reading the beginning it was a little hard to follow but i slowly caught on. I didn't expect her to fall through the wall. that part caught my attention. Good read!!! keep it up!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


a fun read I look forward to reading more

Posted 14 Years Ago



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