The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes were the lights. There were dozens of them, softly pulsing in many different colors. I blinked. They remained there. I looked around, trying to place myself. All I could see was grey brick and grey sky. I tried to remember how I got here, but nothing surfaced. I blinked again, trying to clear my head. I realized I was lying down, so o lifted my head to pick myself up. As soon as I did, however, a hot, sharp pain shot through my head and down my spine.
“Ow,” I groaned hoarsely, grabbing the back of my head. The pain subsided into a dull throbbing, but I was seeing spots. I waited, taking deep breaths, until I was sure I was okay. Then I slowly got to my feet and pulled my hand away form the back of my head. There were a few specks of dark red on my fingers. Dried blood.
I didn’t know how I knew, and that, combined with the blood, confused me further. I looked around, recognizing somewhat that I was in some sort of alleyway, but I had no idea where, and that didn’t help me any.
I faced the entrance of the alley. There were the lights again, only brighter, more noticeable this time. And they were moving, coming in and out of view as they passed behind the alley walls. I looked closer. The lights seemed to be following people. No—they were coming from the people. As each person passed, a different color light emanated from them. There was blue, yellow, red, pink, green—any and every color you could imagine. I could even see one or two black-colored lights.
Confused and curious, I slowly crept out of the dingy alleyway into the dim light. A couple of people stared and I stared back, wide-eyed. Most others ignored me. I craned my neck upwards while taking small, unsure steps, awed by the enormity of the buildings.
That was when I ran into him. I mean smack straight into him. I wasn’t paying any attention and he just popped out of nowhere. And he was quite solid, too, because I bounced off him and landed on the concrete, on my butt.
“Oh, I’m really sorry,” he said, holding out a hand to help me up. I just sat there, staring at him. The light around him was amazing. It was huge—easily twice as big as any other person’s I had seen. It was a brilliant bright white with small light blue streaks here and there. And the light certainly matched his features—a sophisticated round face surrounding baby blue eyes and framed by a mass of thick, dark brown hair. I blinked, stunned. An amused smile crept over his face, brightening his features. He knelt down by me.
“Did I knock over a deaf-mute, or are you just that amazed by me?” he asked, sliding a hand under my chin and tilting my head up so he could look at my face better. I half-smiled.
“I can talk.” I studied his face a few moments longer. “And I probably look like crap next to you right now.” His response was a chuckle.
“Well, I’m sure after a hot shower that’ll all change. You look like you can enjoy one. And you’re in luck—I know a place that can provide just that, and more. If you’re interested.” I nodded. I felt like I needed a shower. And a new set of clothes. I looked down at what I had on. Black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, tennis shoes. Everything was nondescript, inconspicuous. Except for the few random splotches of dried blood. Sheesh. What the hell did I do?
“So, do you have a name?” the guy cocked his head in a curious manner. I opened my mouth to answer, then closed it again. A confused look crossed my face. I tried to call up my name to mind, but nothing surfaced. Oh, no, I thought. How could I forget my name? What happened? How did I get this way? I started panicking. My hands shook. I looked in his eyes, worry plastered on my face.
“I—I don’t know,” I confessed. His smile gradually faded as the realization sunk in. He sucked in a breath and slowly let it out, his eyebrows knitted together, thinking.
“Well, this is serious,” he said, mostly to himself, it seemed. “You should be checked out. Come with me.” He took both my hands and helped me up. Then, keeping ahold of one of my hands, he led me through the maze of the crowd. People rushed past in a blur, the world becoming a mash of colors. I gave me a headache, so I focused on the guy and the splendid colors radiating from him. Somehow I knew that the colors held an attractive quality as opposed to others.
“Oh, by the way, I’m Javier,” he told me, interrupting my train of thought.
“Oh, well…that’s good to know,” I replied, trying to recollect myself. I opened my mouth to say more, but we had stopped.
“We’re here.” I checked out or destination. It was a large mansion, three stories tall with dark red brick and white shutters. The roof was flat, with black wrought iron railing around the perimeter, to ensure no one up there would fall off. Huge white marble steps led up to French doors, and a fountain spouted quietly in the front. I gaped, speechless.
“Welcome to Charter Organizations,” Javier said behind me.
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Yep, new story. ^__^ I have a couple of questions for ya'll:
1. I'm pretty sure that the part where Javier took the girl was a bit choppy. Any suggestions on how to fix that?
2. I'm doing this story form different points of view, one chapter per person (Which means I'll title the chapter based on who's point of view I'm writing). What do you think of this?
Don't worry, I'll explain a little more in the second chapter. right now i'm just trying show the girl's emotions clearly.
Hope ya'll enjoy!!
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