Falling Through - Chapter 1 (part Five)
The games lasted for an hour or two before it was almost
midnight. I won a few rounds and lost several to Krista. Miss
Lynn was rusty and was in near constant need of help. She
never won, but her spirit was always positive. That must be a
relaxing thing when you’re older. To have the maturity to take a
few losses and not let it bother you. She must have been very
strong back then, mentally and physically. A radio from the
night stand played its heavy cords while we continued the
games. One look around with nothing much to see. It was an
apartment with one bedroom, a small kitchen area, and an
open living room with a pullout couch. No personal items
seemed to be there, which probably meant they don’t come
here much. Where they live is still a mystery to me. The
apartment resembled a motel, with the odd scenery paintings
and the faded dull colors of forest green on all the fabrics. I tool
a moment to notice what Krista and Miss Lynn was wearing.
Miss Lynn’s outfit was simple: dark jeans and a gray hoodie.
Her eyes seemed different than what Grandpa had described.
He was always a really great story teller. Grandpa could see
the little things about a person, and weave those into
something extraordinary or beautiful. Miss Lynn’s eyes were a
soft shade of green which reminded me of an emerald that lost
its shine long ago. I couldn’t see the “gleam of power” my
grandpa so poetically told me. Now her hair had no silver
streaks, no highlights, nothing. It was black. Krista’s outfit
resembled the kind of teens I’d hang with at school. Emo, Punk,
scene, etc. I’m not in any of those categories, but I have certain
tastes in each. Skinny jeans and make-up is definitely not my
thing. The hair cut, yes. The styles of plaid and graphic
designs, another yes. Krista had a simple, yet stylish way of
expressing herself. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt that
had a graphic design on the front which consisted of skulls,
hearts, random twirls, lettering, etc. I’ve been to the local
teenage stores and I’ve never seen a design like that. This only
furthers my curiosity of where they live. Her jeans were dark
and faded, with drawings and writing on them. I couldn’t tell if
she bought them like that or she drew all those doodles. There
was a cat face, some small hearts, emotion faces (like the ones
you send in a text) and then I started reading some of the
writing. “Kitten; A7X; LP; BMTH; PM; ATR” the initials went
down to the end of her jeans, so I couldn’t read them all. I noted
they were names of bands. “Avenged Sevenfold, Linkin Park,
Bring Me The Horizon, Paramore, All That Remains.” Each of
those is my favorites! Krista had a jacket on the back of her
chair and it consisted of the colors purple and bright neon
peace signs.
“Well kids, I think it’s time for bed. What time is it?” Miss Lynn
announced, breaking my train of thought and concentration on
Krista’s jeans. She looked at her watch and said the time was
12:37. My eyes were growing heavy but my mind was alive
with questions and the events that occurred tonight. “Oh, and
Leon, do be careful with your things. It’s not good to leave
things lying around.” Her eyes led mine to the couch, where
my gym bag of clothes sat. I don’t even remember grabbing it.
In fact, I didn’t. I left it next to the hospital bed. “How did you-”
“Okay, Krista: you and I take the bedroom. Leon, you can sleep
on the pullout mattress. You two can stay up if ya’ll want. Just
try to get some sleep before…say 8-9 o’ clock?” Miss Lynn
directed as she took up the cards and made her way into the
kitchen area. Sometimes when she talked you could hear a faint
southern accent. Cotline after all is in Arkansas. It’s one of
many small towns in this forgotten state. Grandpa told me once
that when Silvercat first made her existence known in Little
Rock, tourism increased significantly. And when she
disappeared, this state was left out once again. Miss Lynn was
loading deli ham onto pieces of bread. I noticed she included
one for me. My stomach rumbled in response. Can’t believe I
haven’t eaten all day. I didn’t want to leave the hospital room to
go eat because Grandpa’s blood pressure was fluctuating and I
needed to be there. “What do you want on yours, Leon? Krista,
stop that. Save some for us.” Krista was unsuccessfully sneaking
pieces of ham. “Can’t resist this ham. It’s too good.” She
flopped onto a barstool and nibbled on her piece of ham.
“Cheese and ranch if you have please.” I told Miss Lynn. Most
people look at me strangely when I put cheese and ranch on
my ham sandwiches. Krista darted a quick glance at me, then
turned to watch Miss Lynn make the sandwiches. Miss Lynn
handed us our sandwiches and walked off to the bedroom with
hers. “Well then Mom, don’t offer our guest a drink. She slid off
the barstool and walked over to the refrigerator. “Okay, so we
have; Milk, Orange Juice, Coke, Water….and I think that’s it.”
“Water please.”
“Regular or strawberry?”
“I LOVE strawberry water!” I excitedly said. Strawberry
flavored water in my opinion was the best. She turned to toss
the bottle to me. I caught it right in the middle with little effort.
“Nice catch.” She commented. “I’m sure you could do better
with your reflexes, am I right?” That seemed to agitate her
some. “So is this the part where you ask questions about me,
and I’m forced to answer them on count of you’re too
involved?”
“It would seem that way, huh?”
She sighed and sat on the barstool next to me. I took a quick
bite of my sandwich. The ham was good, and the ranch and
cheese made it creamy. “Ok, so. You’re immortal, right? I
thought they couldn’t eat or sleep.”
“Yes and Yes.”
“Then why are you eating right now?”
“I’m not fully immortal. My body is still growing, which means I
eat and act and grow like a 16 year old should. On the day I
turn 18, I’ll be fully immortal. Right now I’m about half as fragile
as a normal human. This means I could die between now and
when I’m 18. But I am half immortal, so killing me is still hard to
do. It’s kind of like a permit and a driver’s license. You can only
do so much with the permit, but with the license you can do
more. See what I’m saying? Next question.” She explained this
between bites of her sandwich. I noticed hers was the same as
mine. “What was that…thing attacking you earlier?” That was
something that’s been on my mind. Among other things. “It was
called a Stein. It was attacking me because whoever told it to
want me to know more is to come. Anymore questions?”
“Many.”
“Well, try to narrow them down for me.”
“Where do you really live?” That was a big one. We had both
finished our food, and drank all of our water. She apparently
liked strawberry water too. “I live in another dimension. It’s
similar to this one. Because I’m Silvercat, I can cross over the
boundaries. My mother can too, for some reason. She was born
in that word. I was born here. So I’m the protector of this world.
Now are you done?”
“No. Why does this world need a protector? What’s out there
that’s a treat, besides humans themselves? And why-”
“Leon calm. Save some questions for some other time. You’re
living with us now. You’ll have plenty of time to ask me stuff,
okay?” She flashed this amazing smile. I still couldn’t believe
how beautiful she was. But it’s sad she’s immortal. She can’t be
loved…or at least she can’t love in return. What if
someone…Nah. Never mind. I sighed and agreed with her.
“Hey…let’s go take a walk. Come on! Some fresh air sounds
good right now.” She bounded to the door in a flash, almost
inhumanly. “But it’s freezing.” I said. She zipped on her jacket,
and tossed me mine. I guess I had no choice. I was still feeling
weary from today’s events, but with her smile I couldn’t resist.
“I want to show you some of my powers. Aren’t you curious as
to what all I can do?”
“Well yeah, but I am really tired. It’s been a long day with
Grandpa and now all this…”
“Oh…well I can show you some other time I guess. You do look
really tired. I’m still going outside though.” I hated to let her
down. I just don’t have the energy to keep up with her.
“Goodnight, Leon.”
“Night Krista.”
She walked out the door as I flopped onto the couch. I blinked
and everything went dark and stayed dark.
(FINALLY! this is the end of Chapter one. Hope ya'll like it! )
midnight. I won a few rounds and lost several to Krista. Miss
Lynn was rusty and was in near constant need of help. She
never won, but her spirit was always positive. That must be a
relaxing thing when you’re older. To have the maturity to take a
few losses and not let it bother you. She must have been very
strong back then, mentally and physically. A radio from the
night stand played its heavy cords while we continued the
games. One look around with nothing much to see. It was an
apartment with one bedroom, a small kitchen area, and an
open living room with a pullout couch. No personal items
seemed to be there, which probably meant they don’t come
here much. Where they live is still a mystery to me. The
apartment resembled a motel, with the odd scenery paintings
and the faded dull colors of forest green on all the fabrics. I tool
a moment to notice what Krista and Miss Lynn was wearing.
Miss Lynn’s outfit was simple: dark jeans and a gray hoodie.
Her eyes seemed different than what Grandpa had described.
He was always a really great story teller. Grandpa could see
the little things about a person, and weave those into
something extraordinary or beautiful. Miss Lynn’s eyes were a
soft shade of green which reminded me of an emerald that lost
its shine long ago. I couldn’t see the “gleam of power” my
grandpa so poetically told me. Now her hair had no silver
streaks, no highlights, nothing. It was black. Krista’s outfit
resembled the kind of teens I’d hang with at school. Emo, Punk,
scene, etc. I’m not in any of those categories, but I have certain
tastes in each. Skinny jeans and make-up is definitely not my
thing. The hair cut, yes. The styles of plaid and graphic
designs, another yes. Krista had a simple, yet stylish way of
expressing herself. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt that
had a graphic design on the front which consisted of skulls,
hearts, random twirls, lettering, etc. I’ve been to the local
teenage stores and I’ve never seen a design like that. This only
furthers my curiosity of where they live. Her jeans were dark
and faded, with drawings and writing on them. I couldn’t tell if
she bought them like that or she drew all those doodles. There
was a cat face, some small hearts, emotion faces (like the ones
you send in a text) and then I started reading some of the
writing. “Kitten; A7X; LP; BMTH; PM; ATR” the initials went
down to the end of her jeans, so I couldn’t read them all. I noted
they were names of bands. “Avenged Sevenfold, Linkin Park,
Bring Me The Horizon, Paramore, All That Remains.” Each of
those is my favorites! Krista had a jacket on the back of her
chair and it consisted of the colors purple and bright neon
peace signs.
“Well kids, I think it’s time for bed. What time is it?” Miss Lynn
announced, breaking my train of thought and concentration on
Krista’s jeans. She looked at her watch and said the time was
12:37. My eyes were growing heavy but my mind was alive
with questions and the events that occurred tonight. “Oh, and
Leon, do be careful with your things. It’s not good to leave
things lying around.” Her eyes led mine to the couch, where
my gym bag of clothes sat. I don’t even remember grabbing it.
In fact, I didn’t. I left it next to the hospital bed. “How did you-”
“Okay, Krista: you and I take the bedroom. Leon, you can sleep
on the pullout mattress. You two can stay up if ya’ll want. Just
try to get some sleep before…say 8-9 o’ clock?” Miss Lynn
directed as she took up the cards and made her way into the
kitchen area. Sometimes when she talked you could hear a faint
southern accent. Cotline after all is in Arkansas. It’s one of
many small towns in this forgotten state. Grandpa told me once
that when Silvercat first made her existence known in Little
Rock, tourism increased significantly. And when she
disappeared, this state was left out once again. Miss Lynn was
loading deli ham onto pieces of bread. I noticed she included
one for me. My stomach rumbled in response. Can’t believe I
haven’t eaten all day. I didn’t want to leave the hospital room to
go eat because Grandpa’s blood pressure was fluctuating and I
needed to be there. “What do you want on yours, Leon? Krista,
stop that. Save some for us.” Krista was unsuccessfully sneaking
pieces of ham. “Can’t resist this ham. It’s too good.” She
flopped onto a barstool and nibbled on her piece of ham.
“Cheese and ranch if you have please.” I told Miss Lynn. Most
people look at me strangely when I put cheese and ranch on
my ham sandwiches. Krista darted a quick glance at me, then
turned to watch Miss Lynn make the sandwiches. Miss Lynn
handed us our sandwiches and walked off to the bedroom with
hers. “Well then Mom, don’t offer our guest a drink. She slid off
the barstool and walked over to the refrigerator. “Okay, so we
have; Milk, Orange Juice, Coke, Water….and I think that’s it.”
“Water please.”
“Regular or strawberry?”
“I LOVE strawberry water!” I excitedly said. Strawberry
flavored water in my opinion was the best. She turned to toss
the bottle to me. I caught it right in the middle with little effort.
“Nice catch.” She commented. “I’m sure you could do better
with your reflexes, am I right?” That seemed to agitate her
some. “So is this the part where you ask questions about me,
and I’m forced to answer them on count of you’re too
involved?”
“It would seem that way, huh?”
She sighed and sat on the barstool next to me. I took a quick
bite of my sandwich. The ham was good, and the ranch and
cheese made it creamy. “Ok, so. You’re immortal, right? I
thought they couldn’t eat or sleep.”
“Yes and Yes.”
“Then why are you eating right now?”
“I’m not fully immortal. My body is still growing, which means I
eat and act and grow like a 16 year old should. On the day I
turn 18, I’ll be fully immortal. Right now I’m about half as fragile
as a normal human. This means I could die between now and
when I’m 18. But I am half immortal, so killing me is still hard to
do. It’s kind of like a permit and a driver’s license. You can only
do so much with the permit, but with the license you can do
more. See what I’m saying? Next question.” She explained this
between bites of her sandwich. I noticed hers was the same as
mine. “What was that…thing attacking you earlier?” That was
something that’s been on my mind. Among other things. “It was
called a Stein. It was attacking me because whoever told it to
want me to know more is to come. Anymore questions?”
“Many.”
“Well, try to narrow them down for me.”
“Where do you really live?” That was a big one. We had both
finished our food, and drank all of our water. She apparently
liked strawberry water too. “I live in another dimension. It’s
similar to this one. Because I’m Silvercat, I can cross over the
boundaries. My mother can too, for some reason. She was born
in that word. I was born here. So I’m the protector of this world.
Now are you done?”
“No. Why does this world need a protector? What’s out there
that’s a treat, besides humans themselves? And why-”
“Leon calm. Save some questions for some other time. You’re
living with us now. You’ll have plenty of time to ask me stuff,
okay?” She flashed this amazing smile. I still couldn’t believe
how beautiful she was. But it’s sad she’s immortal. She can’t be
loved…or at least she can’t love in return. What if
someone…Nah. Never mind. I sighed and agreed with her.
“Hey…let’s go take a walk. Come on! Some fresh air sounds
good right now.” She bounded to the door in a flash, almost
inhumanly. “But it’s freezing.” I said. She zipped on her jacket,
and tossed me mine. I guess I had no choice. I was still feeling
weary from today’s events, but with her smile I couldn’t resist.
“I want to show you some of my powers. Aren’t you curious as
to what all I can do?”
“Well yeah, but I am really tired. It’s been a long day with
Grandpa and now all this…”
“Oh…well I can show you some other time I guess. You do look
really tired. I’m still going outside though.” I hated to let her
down. I just don’t have the energy to keep up with her.
“Goodnight, Leon.”
“Night Krista.”
She walked out the door as I flopped onto the couch. I blinked
and everything went dark and stayed dark.
(FINALLY! this is the end of Chapter one. Hope ya'll like it! )
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