Untold Secrets

Untold Secrets

A Chapter by LiiXa
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Is she the enmy? How can i believe when she was my closest friend...she was

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             I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Just thinking about the show made me wiggle inside. I was filled with glee, yet a frightening feeling was overcoming it, and I couldn’t help but sense an unnatural presence. I shook my head, and decided I needed a walk, perhaps to the store.

          The town of Sillunder was an appealing, modest community. We were civilized and you could nearly say it was ideal. The town was pretty small and simple. There was only two stores for food shopping, Mini-Star and Pertect. Both of these stores are small, and you could still find almost anything, well anything that you need. There were also one post office, a bank, schools, hospitals, a mall which contained most of the entertainment around here, and barber shops. We have soaring sky scrapers, and some truly elegant restaurants that I’ve never been to. We were our own little country, we didn’t need anything else, and we didn’t want any more.

          I haven’t been anywhere else than Sillunder, this is where I grew up. My mom always said that all you need is here, that nowhere else could be better than here. But I have been tempted to get out and explored. Michele, one of my teachers in my school, went to a place called Canada. Yes we are educated people, but our governor says we don’t need to know all our countries, and that all you need to know is math and language arts, so we didn’t bother to study the country Canada or any country beside United States.

  Michele described Canada as paradise. She said there where gigantic mountains bigger than our tallest sky scrapper with snow covering every inch of it and stunning landscapes that stretched across as far as the eye can see. The people where very polite, and generous and the place was humongous. How life style was much different than ours, and there were so many things to explore, and find. She then stopped, knowing it wasnt something we had to learn, and so she dicarted the subject and we began some math problems. Soon she made me fantasize on this Canada. I couldn't really understand why she didnt continue. I was enjoying her words, and i now desired to go there. That night, I asked my mother if we could possibly ever go there. She answered with an earsplitting, and unpleasant laughter following with the words NEVER.

          I walk in the direction of the store. The store was always been called “the store” simply because it is easy to remember. It is tiny, and you can find your everyday needs in the store. Sadly, the store’s manager isn’t very polite. I once asked for his name, and he rudely said, “Go mind your own business.” So no one knows his name, which kind of freaks me out. The place gives the impression of being in a haunted house. There is no parking space what’s so ever, so people have to find a way to park. When you are opening the polluted glass doors, it creeks as you approach in, or come out. Yet the inside of the store is pretty decent. It is just like a regular store, just with a mysterious manager.

          As I once again hear the squeaky noise as I enter the store, I get a strange feeling telling me to leave the location immediately. I shake my head once again, and approach to my most wanted stand of the store, the candy section. Before I could go over there, the manager asks with his rough voice of his, “What are you doing here again?”

  “Oh, I just dropped by here, and maybe I was considering buying one of you delightful candy bars.” I say almost sounding innocent to content the old man. He gave me a momentary look of annoyance, and left me alone.  I glance across the room and I find myself with quite a few people. There was an elderly lady who looked like in her 70’s, another man looking fairly young, and small children playing hide and seek. Just then as I approached toward the candy section, I have the sense of hearing a person coming in the door. I couldn’t tell who this was, thus his or her face was covered with a bandana. The sinister person headed to the cashier, the manager, and took something out of its pocket.

          The manager suddenly grew his eyes wide open, and what I once saw spine-chilling eyes, I now saw fretful and panic overcoming them. He quickly took every single one of the money out of the cashier and positioned it into a bag. What was he doing? I asked myself. I soon too, grew fear inside me.

          “Get down now!” The strange individual pronounced in anger. By the way she talked, it was a young woman. She seemed to have a bizarre object that I didn’t recognize. Apparently the adults in the room did, but the children that where playing and I where clueless. “Get down!” the woman order. The children did exactly what they where told, and as for me, I stand immobile, not knowing why they had such fear with this woman.

          The object in her hands was coal black. It had a small opening to place her index finger in it, and a long cylinder type shape that extended approximately 3 inches, and had a circle in the middle. I could almost swear that I saw one of those in a movie, but only people called Cops had that. But then again, it was just a movie.

          “I’m not repeating my self,” The lady said with a wicked expression. She then came closer toward me, and pointed that object directly in my forehead. I could notice her brow sweating, and soon my heartbeat was getting faster and faster, her eyes looking straight into mine.

“Please, don’t she is only a child!” I herd the old woman scream. My veins where filling with terror as she spoke those words. I soon realized fulfilling her commands will hopefully make her go away, so I do as I was told. Then it hit me as I concentrated on those eyes. Those pure sapphire eyes, that I may perhaps only think of one person who had them, that matched her tone of voice.

“Linda?” I asked traumatized.

She looked at me stunned, not knowing whether to be silent or speak. She raised her other arm and took her bandana off. It was Linda! I herd gasps in the air, every eye focused on Linda. What could I say, my mouth was dehydrated, and my brain was still getting the information in.

 

          “What are you doing?” I finally find the words to say. “Why are you taking the man’s money!”

 

          Linda wouldn’t speak at all. There was no crime in this town, if it was, it was mostly in schools. “Are you steeling?” I ask getting angrier. I guess that was a stupid question because obviously she was. She all of a sudden chuckled and did a motion with her thumb on the object she still had on her hands, that sounded like a “click” and whispered to me, “ People aren’t how you think they are, Liza, this isn’t the perfect place you think it is. It’ll be better if you never know.”

          I couldn’t understand her fully, along with her closing her eyes and turning away. Out of the blue, I saw a figure behind Linda. It was a young guy, with a black cape on. He had pure red eyes, as he watched me. That's all i saw, his eyes, and the cape. No one in the room seemed to  notice, only me. Unexpectedly, I herd a strident blast.

I look down at my hands, it started to fill with red liquid, and my body felt weak. I tumbled down to my knees, and soon my whole body touched the ground filled with this strange liquid coming out of my body. I was laying there, unable to move. My eyesight was failing me, redder liquid started to flow soon reaching to my eyes blocking my view to anything. I could see images in my mind though, from the past. Like a movie about my life, in one second. But then screams and cries filled the air, and I siren were the last things I herd. The guy in the cape was lending me his hand with a smile, while everyone had petrified look on their faces, and strange people where examining me, not even noticing that I was already up.

 



© 2009 LiiXa


Author's Note

LiiXa
Please read it and tell me what you think about it, and i'll return the favor.
I hope you enjoy!

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I like the idea to it, but it needs a but more polishing. Also, the Canada thing was kind of weird and I kept wondering who Linda was.
But this does look quite promising :D

Posted 16 Years Ago


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