To Win or Lose?A Chapter by Mariah JaneTo
Win or Lose? Crowds roared all around Tyon as she
lifted her hands in triumph, having scored the winning goal for her soccer team
in the World Cup. She had been exactly what the Tyon’s dark, sea green eyes glimmered
with pride at her accomplishments. She knew she was good, and she basked in the
glory that her fans bestowed upon her. As she made her way off the field, she
rolled her eyes at some of the fans who were begging for pictures and
autographs…she didn’t have time. She had to make it to the hotel before the gym
closed. She had decided it was a necessity to work out every night, even after
a game, to ensure stretched muscles and agility at all times. Tyon quickly dodged the media after
only allowing a few moments of questions and photos. She jumped into her little
sports car and made it back to the hotel with plenty of time to spare, and
worked out the aches in her body for the next hour. Once she was showered and dry, Tyon
flopped across her bed and sighed deeply. As much as she loved all the
publicity of being a professional soccer player, she always found it leaving
her feeling empty and exhausted. She leaned over to her side table and
found herself staring into a picture of an average looking girl with vibrant
gold-red hair, dark sea-green eyes and lightly tanned skin. Tyon snorted as she
saw the headline beneath the picture of herself. “Tyon"Win or lose?” It had seemed the whole
world and been against her joining up with the team so late in the season. She
smirked with a nasty laugh at the thought she had just proved the whole world
wrong. At 20 years old, she, a girl who had been orphaned twice, had done what
everyone thought was impossible. Tyon dropped the magazine and rolled
over to look at the ceiling. ‘They were all wrong.’ She thought bitterly. ‘Whoever my real parents were gave up a good kid
without knowing…but, my adopted ones knew and were STILL wrong. Wasn’t it perfect for them to die before I
proved it?’ Tears formed in her eyes and
she buried her face into a pillow and cried herself to sleep with memories of
her life before everything changed. Keeva sat staring out the window,
fingering a pencil and tapping it on the desk in front of her. IT was the sound
of the chimes from the Abby that aroused her from her thoughts. She looked up
sharply at the girls sitting before her. “All of you are dismissed for the day.
Be sure to turn in your homework before you go. Chapter 2 is due Monday.” Her
voice was crisp and sharp as she spoke. The girls’ slowly filed out of the room
and Keeva buried her face in her hands. “18 long years in an orphanage, cared
for by a bunch of ol’ ladies and all I can do now is care for a bunch of stuck
up prisies! Oh!” she growled between her teeth. Keeva had been a fast learner and took
to reading anything she could get her hands on. The Abbey took pity on her and
began tutoring her in Proper English, Philosophy, Literature and many others.
She was grateful for it, but found herself bitter towards anyone who had been
raised in a family, by their real parents. She sighed and reluctantly packed up
her papers and walked towards the small, broken down cottage that she lived in
towards the outskirts of one of the few bigger cities in “Huh…don’t see why she wouldn’t win.
The lass’ has everything! I wish I had just half of it.” She shook her head and
made herself some hot chocolate. “I do feel sorry for her, though.” She said to
herself. “Having parents one day, then have them gone the next…” she paused and
shook her head before adding, “Scratch that…at least she had them!” she threw
the magazine in the fireplace and used it to start one. Once the fire was blazing, she sat down in
her one, well-used chair, picked up a book and buried herself deep within to
avoid her own thoughts, stopping only to take a sip of her hot chocolate. Xander sat at an open, round table in
his shop that lived down one of the darker allies in the city. A T.V. screen
sat up on the white wall showing reporters and camera-men getting pictures of
the winning team of the World-Cup. He smirked slightly feeling very pleased
about placing the winning bet. He continued dwelling on these thoughts
while he carefully took apart the pistol that sat in front of him on the
table. He cleaned each part almost
lovingly and tossed around an idea of creating a special silencer for it with
his newly won money. Xander was so immersed in his thoughts
that he did not hear the door open and someone walk in. There was a sickening
sound of a gun cocking, and it was only in that instant that he snapped back
into reality. With one swift motion, Xander pulled another gun from his belt,
spun and pointed it inches away from his attackers face. Each stood, the
others’ gun pointed in their face, staring blankly at one another. Finally, the
newcomer’s face cracked a smile and Xander’s face went pale with a mixture of
emotions. “Holy, freaking eh, Wren, I almost
shot you!” Xander’s voice was a mixture of anger, shock and amusement. Wren,
however, laughed and un-cocked his gun. “You should have seen the look on your
face, Man! It was priceless…Do you have cameras in here? I want a copy of
that.” Wren sat himself down beside Xander and pointed up at the T.V. screen.
“So did they win?” His Irish accent seeped through his words and Xander
responded with the same thick accent. “Aye…Good thing I placed my bet right.
I’m getting some good money off that one.” Wren smirked slightly at the mention
of his friends’ bet and then grew serious. “I have a favor to ask of you,
Xander.” Xander looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. “Who wins and who looses?” Wren grinned devilishly. “My boss out in “You mean the Chief of police?” Wren nodded. “By
when?” “Tomorrow night.” Xander glared at him from beneath his shaggy, brown
hair. “Why so soon…You know I hate last minute jobs.” Wren leaned forward and lowered his voice. “You’ll be
paid big…” “How big?” “400 grand.” Xander’s eyes lit up. “Tell me all you know…” Their conversation lasted for the next hour. At the
end Xander asked, “You never did say who the winner of this all was…whoever it
is must really want the Chief out of the way.” Wren’s clear green eyes sparkled
as he shrugged. “A lot of people want him out of the way…everyone
benefits from it.” “And let me guess…you get the promotion.” Xander
tapped his head. “See…I know you.” “I would hope so,” Wren said grinning. “You’ve only
known me all our lives.” Xander laughed a hearty laugh and Wren joined in. After sharing a few more laughs about life, Wren
stood to go. “I’d better leave before any of your clients come in and see me
here. I still need to be able to do my job. I do have a reputation to keep…” Xander nodded, then added as he clapped Wren on the
back, “You scratch my back, I scratch yours…To win or lose?” Wren looked a little disconcerted but said without
hesitation, “To win…always…” Xander’s
eyes brightened and he smiled at his friend, who smiled back before turning and
leaving. © 2011 Mariah Jane |
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Added on May 14, 2011 Last Updated on May 14, 2011 AuthorMariah JanePlainview, TXAboutI am a wife, mother, college student and Barista. (I make espresso drinks and stuff). I'm only 23. I write for fun... I enjoy creating worlds and I have tons of great ideas. I am a musician... so I wr.. more..Writing
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