“The chosen one” they had called her, she would one day save the world….To bad she had already sided with the Dark Lord. She was supposed to do some astonishing thing that would help humanity and make world peace, or something like that, but, she wont. “The chosen one” was Stephany. She had blond hair and blue eyes. She was small at the age of 16, only four foot eleven inches. Stephany wore expensive clothing, always walking around getting tips and stuff for being the chosen one. She only has one thing though that could kill her, she has it in her possession, and it is the silver orb. It floats above the ground or any surface, and will kill Steph is she smells the radiation or touches it. Oh, and her family? All dead, killed by the Dark Lord seven years ago in search of Steph. She is what some would call different, and others exciting. Her brother, the only last living one, other than Steph, has disappeared off the face of the earth, but is still alive. Exciting childhood, huh? Well, I wouldn’t know, I’m only a news reporter.
“What’s going on?” Steph screams! How do I know this? She trusts me, I go with her, and I stick by her side. Crazy how I got myself into this actually. I sat there, tied up in a stupid chair, surrounded by stupid good people. I couldn’t talk though, I was a pretty good person. I didn’t like that Steph was showing her bad side. I couldn’t say anything though because I was just, the news reporter. I don’t know how I even did this. I sit with Steph forever, I don’t know how long though because I’m still sitting here. If you can’t tell, you’ve basically entered my mind and I can write by thinking. The year 3027 is great, so many new things. Oh my goodness, I must stop getting side tracked. “Help, help!” Steph screams, what do I do? I guess she thinks someone might be able to hear her. The problem is that she, nor I, know where we are. I could be millions of miles under the dirt right now, and I wouldn’t know. I’m quite mad about that because I always know where I am, I’m a 17 year old boy, of course I do. Steph’s cries for help continue and I do not know what to say to comfort her.
“What ARE you screaming about!?” I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m furious about this whole situation all of the sudden. “DO YOU THINK SOMEONE CAN POSSIBLY HEAR YOU? ARE YOU CRAZY? YOU MUST BE STUPID TO THINK THAT.” andddd her hair turns red. Bright red. She is, what’s a good word for bright red? Horrendously furious is a good one I believe. Uh-oh. I’m going to end up getting hurt some how.
“Touch the rope, Steph.” I know why, she’ll burn through it. It’s like magic. She grabs the rope, and a searing sound comes to my ears. “Do me, now.” she burned through her rope really quickly. Putting her hands on my rope, she glares into my eyes,
“Sometimes I can not believe you,” she mumbles. I look her up and down. I see everything is alright, until I see her thigh. “Oh my goodness,” I whisper. She glares at me, “What is your deal? Do you have a problem with me? I can let you go,” she snaps her fingers, “like that.” I look at her. She is crazy! How does she not feel that? “No Steph, your leg.” I blurt out quite panicky. Blood is soaking her whole leg, and I’m freaking out at this point.
“Oh yeah,” she whispers, “I feel that.” and then…. Oh my gosh, she freaking passed out. Oh no, what do I do? I need to escape, but I can’t leave her. I’m picking her up. Bending down, I realize tears are running down my face. One… two…. three. I lift. I run. Everything is blurred because a puddle of tears is filling my eyes. I hope I don’t trip. Nobody is running after us. That is very odd. I slow to a walk. Looking down at the mess of her upper thigh. The shiny bullet is still in her. I’m trying to build up the courage to take it out right now. I don’t know if I can. I’m reaching down. I can do this. I look at the target(the bullet) and focus on getting it out. Oh my goodness. This is not good. The shiny silver bullet ripped through her skin. It came from a .40 caliber. The exit hole is the worst, though the bullet barely went through the skin. It is huge!! “Stephany!” I hissed at her, sure to keep my voice. I decide to once again, but louder, “Stephany!” I yelped. I am frustrated. Oh no, quickly reaching for her wrist to find a pulse. It’s there, but it is slow. “Walk” I mumble to myself. The door is right there. So, I just walk out, no struggle. Well, maybe a little bit because I tried to push a pull door. All she wanted to do was find her brother. I set her down outside, in hiding. Pretty far away from where we were. Good news is that we were still on land, not in the ground. I start pulling off my shirt to reveal my abs. As my shirt came off my head it ruffled my jet black hair. Yeah, I’m describing myself with a lot of pride, but it’s true. I have a 6 pack from working out, midnight black hair, grey-blue eyes- cloudy but clear in some way. The shirt is wrapped around her leg tightly. She still looks gorgeous. I feel for a pulse once again, still there. I pull through my black backpack, in search for a needle and thread. BINGO!! I got it. I’m holding the cloth on it a bit more, pushing don harder each second. I realize in this moment that I must do this now. I quickly pull off the bloody shirt, my tears hitting her leg as I do it. I try to put the thread through the needle. Goodness!! I can’t get the thread through. Come on!! 8th tries a charm? Go through!! Oh!! I got it! I frantically hold the wound together. Her foot was twitching frantically, in the wrong direction. What the heck? I don’t know anything about this! Imma just do this, the worst that can happen is her leg falling off, right? I pierce the skin with the needle, and the rest I’m not going to describe as you are reading this. In about 3 minuets the wound was sealed, but it needed medical attention. I know she cant receive it right now, though. Her foot has stopped twitching, but she isn’t waking up. She looks horrible, but I find that oddly cute. The wind is blowing her hair, and she looks so peaceful from the waist up. My tears have stopped and I’ve started to realize that she is mumbling. I wouldn’t be able to, to save my life. Her eyes flutter open, and a sudden realization comes upon her face.
“Wha…What happened?” she asks stumbling over her words. I don’t know what to say, so I just stare at her wound. And we don’t say anything else, for a long time. We sit, she cries, from pain, and probably something else too. I do not know how to comfort her, I want to, but I don’t know how. Maybe if I had parents, that’s something I would have learned. There is nothing I can do though, they left me. Alright, alright, alright. I’m okay. I’ll be just fine. I have friends, I think. I’m pretty sure I do, I, um, just haven’t seen them in a while. Three years isn’t too long.
“Are you okay?” I ask, I hate to see her in pain. Or crying. She looks at me and the words start falling out of her mouth,
“I’m in pain, I can’t do this anymore. I just want to find my brother. That’s all. I feel like the world doesn’t want me too though, everything I do gets stopped one way or another. I always get hurt,” she whispers glaring at her leg, “Or hurt someone else…” these last words hang in the air.
“We have to travel,” she says finally.
I agree with a nod of my head. She tries to stand up, but a shock of pain makes her face tighten. I rush to her, picking her up in my arms. “It’s okay. I promise. I’ve got you. Rest now. Just don’t die on me,” I say with a slight grin. I see she takes it the right way when she grins also. She has… that smile. The smile that lights up the world. It’s amazing, and breath taking. I don’t understand how to explain it. It’s just, wonderful. Her eyes shut, slowly. Gracefully. I can’t like her though. I can’t. I don’t know why, but something, deep, deep, inside screams “no!”. Gosh, everything in this year, is being changed. Trying to be fancy, I guess it is, but I do not like it. They, or the government, is going through a phase again. Everything is silver, but I liked it when it was gold. Or black, that was a good one too. The government is like a teenage girl, so many phases, styles, and designs. Everything is changing. I remember when I was little, everything was so different. There wasn’t changing things every other month or so, or people that think they are fancy. They are NOT fancy, they are infact, ugly. So ugly that I don’t like going outside. I go outside for Steph. That’s all. Nothing else. I’d rather just stay inside and listen to music. I know Steph feels different. I met her because she was helping with a program that helps inverted kids, become, well, social. My mum sent me. I got paired with her. I became her helper. I became her news reporter. This was when we were younger, and she has become my second family. I know for her though, that I was her only family. That broke my heart sometimes.
“Dude? Have you listened to me?” oh shoot. I forgot about her while thinking about her. The world around us has changed, but we are the only ones that have stayed the same. I give a weak smile,
“No?”.
“Well that’s good. I though I might have been thinking aloud…”
“And what were you thinking that you didn’t want me to hear?”
“I was just thinking…. that you are a complete idiot.”
She grinned. She was standing for a while now. So I decide to start walking. Strait pain on it would probably hurt more than walking, right? I’ve never been shot, so.
Steph drops to the ground, I reach down for a pulse. There is none.
I’ve been laying over top her body for what feels like an eternity, just praying that she’d wake up and tell me it’s a prank. But it never happens. Nobody remembers her, and she doesn’t have any family. What do I do with her?
I scoop her up in my arms. I’m looking for a spot for her to rest, forever. Would a meadow be a good spot for her? Yes. I walk over to a meadow, and dig a shallow grave. Placing her gently in, I scoop up dirt with my hands. I accept that she is with God now. She is almost covered, everything but her head. Then, her head is. I plant a sunflower where she is. I take the long hike home, and ask my mum to pick me up, she knows where I am.
Mum sees I’m alone. No Stephany. I get in the car as tears roll down my face. I’m accepting defeat.