Other Fan Fiction ❯ The Ones They Never Warned Us About ❯ Part One : Chap 1+2 ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

It’s always the same: when you’re young and naïve you think the world is only a few things short of a fairytale. Everyone, in your opinion, was a good guy, all out there to be your friends…yeah right. When you’re five, your mom tells you the classic line, ‘Don’t talk to strangers now’ and a few years later it turns into a ‘If a stranger comes to talk to you, just say your sorry and run home’ then once you’re in high-school the warnings change to, ‘If a strange guy/girl speaks to you, give them the finger and walk off’. Only to prove that in the end, once you look at the bigger picture, the world is one of the worst places to live. There is crime in all parts of the world, some more than others, poverty, starvation, drought, you name it, it happens somewhere.

These are the things your parents and older people in your life warn you about, the psychos and murderers, the nut-cases and monsters, but unlike the lives of all the normal people out there, mine took a change for the better…at least that’s what I hoped. This is my story, my name is Alice Parkinson. I'm 45 years and going strong. Now if you’re wondering about what type of story this is, well, it’s my life story, from when I was teenager to adult. At this point you’re probably starting to regret reading this but this is no normal life story, it started many years back, when my parents died in a car accident. I was only four years old and didn’t really now what had happened. All I remember was being sent off with one individual and left with another, who in turn gave me back to the first man. Then we walked off. In the span of 4 hours I had seen more faces than I have seen in the last 3 years, until it stopped at one. One young face. I was left with a tall boy who had this faint glisten in his eyes. It made me feel scared as well as comforted. Well that’s how my life began, my parents died and I was left with someone I had never met…great start.

The young boy that had taken me in went by the name Louis; he was tall and masculine. His medium length black hair always seemed to match his eyes. Louis was able to change the colour of his eyes, (his eyes were never the same colour or so it seemed to me.) He was quite young to be looking after a child. It was like a lion caring for a buck, it rarely ever happened. He was only about fifteen when I arrived. But there was also another man, I saw him every now and then. Only out of the corner of my eye. At the age of six, I assumed that he lived in the massive house somewhere, and I used to play ‘hide-and-seek’ to try and find him…but never succeeded. My life turned up-side-down when I was fifteen, when I was sent to a new school, what I saw there I didn’t understand, until Louis explained it to me. I had been born into a double-sided world, a world were the majority of people only saw one side. This story starts before I understood anything
“Alice…” I stirred in my sleep; I had been dreaming about a huge Pegasus type creature…something like that, I was a seven year old girl, what can you expect. I opened my eyes to see Louis. “Alice, time to go to school” I sprung out of bed, it’s like that with all little kids, oh so happy to go to school in the first years, only to look for the first sign of an illness to stay at home once the novelty of schooling had long since passed. I followed Louis out of my room; then waltzed into the bathroom, and got ready. This was one of those weird rooms. I never had to take my clothes with me. They always seemed to be there, the clothes I wanted to wear were always lying on the counter next to the sink. I never thought much about it, as it had always happened, even when I was younger. The first time I had seen it, I was five years old, and Louis was giving me a bath. Louis says that I was a menace when it came to water, as I never liked it…never have. He says that I gave him a bath every time he tried to give me one. That was when I saw it, a thing; it floated into the room with my clothes in its ‘hand’, well not really a hand, but a misty block that was attached to the bigger hazy thing by a thin murky thing…as you’ve guessed…it was a big cloudy thing, the clothes it had brought has my favorite pink dress and dark pink shoes. Back to the time at hand, I was thrilled to go to school; I wore my favorite denim skirt and dark pink vest, with ‘All-Stars’ on my feet. I walked back to my room and closed the door. I knew that Louis hated having to see my messy room and I hadn’t had time to clean it, I just closed the door, thinking he wouldn’t be able to see it. I skipped down the stairs only to pause when I heard voices coming from Louis’s room. I was already half way down the stairs when I heard him…that other man. He was talking to Louis, about someone.

“Louis, we don’t have as much time as we thought…you need to tell her”
“Well then you tell her, I don’t think she’s ready!!”
“You need too, Louis, she’s going to start asking questions…about everything”
“When she asks I will answer, that’s that.” Answered Louis scornfully.

I crouched lower when I saw Louis come out of his room followed by a medium height, meekly built male. He had short dirty blond hair, and wore smart clothes. I started wondering who they had been talking about, but that thought faded when I heard Jezebel, the nice woman that worked in the kitchen, who called me for breakfast and dinner everyday. She was a short, semi-tanned woman, with long brown hair. She was always so nice to me and never shouted when I made a mess after baking. That’s why I liked her; she was the mother I never had. Louis on the other hand was like my dad, even though I knew he was in no way related to me. He always wore dark colours and never left the house unless I asked him to take me somewhere.

He drove a Jaguar Blackjag, the first of its kind; the manufactures said that they would only ever make more, if the demands were high enough. It had a top speed of 311mph, 0-60 in 3.7 seconds thanks to the 7.OL V10 engine that runs at 640 horse power and has a displacement of 7000Cc. The interior, if I can remember, was hard-red leather. It had also been modified to drive like a street racing car, so under law, it needed to have all the necessary precautions. Its sleek interior was matched perfectly by the sleekness of the outside. It was priceless, pure perfection, fitted Louis to a ‘T’. Louis was a silent man, he never spoke to Jezebel and only spoke to me at times when it best suited him…mostly when Jezebel wasn’t in the same room. Now, when I started school, everything seemed normal, that’s because I was sent to a normal school. One day, after I had turned fifteen, during breakfast on a Saturday, Louis walked into the kitchen, trying hard for me not to notice him. I looked up from by bowl of cereal to see Louis’s eye was blackened. Once he reached the freezer and remover an ice-pack from the box, he turned and looked. I had known he was a bouncer (Yes I know, drives a jag but works as a bouncer), but never really worried until now.

“Louis what happened?” I was intrigued, I had never seen a black eye before.
“Got in a fight, nothing more” after a long silence he added. “Now, Alice, I was thinking, the standard of the high school here, I don’t think that it will help you later, and we were thinking about…”
“We?” I questioned, knowing full well who ‘we’ meant. Louis said nothing; he looked down at the table and continued.
“About moving you to a better school, there’s one not too far from here and the standard is pretty high”
I knew when I could argue and when I could not, and that was a definite no argue situation.
“Ok” I sighed.

“Ok? That’s it? No yelling, no hysterics?” I laughed out loud; it wasn’t like Louis to crack jokes,
“It’s cool, I was going to come and talk to you about it anyway” Saying that, I placed my spoon in my bowl and scooped up the remaining milk. Unknowing to Louis, I slowly placed my thumb in the middle of the handle and used my other hand to draw down the head, spilling a little milk. Then like a catapult I released the head, sending the cargo flying straight at him. Like it had happened in slow motion, I saw the milk splatter against his left cheek. After some laughter on my part, and Louis going to get a cloth, he asked if it were really ok for him to change my school, I nodded. That’s how the wheels of my strange life were sent into motion. The schools name was École pour les Enfants Choisis, School for the Chosen Children.

The first time. The first and last time that Louis would ever let this happen. It had been planned, like a mule following a carrot on a string. Everything had been a trap. One set up by normal people, normal inhabitants of the town of New York. This individual, the one that had caused Louis the most pain, hated people like Louis, the ‘chosen ones’. As Louis limped though the alleys, he started repeating the day’s event. He had gotten careless, egotistical, stupid. He limped over to a dark green dumpster. As he slowly let himself slide down the wall, a sharp pain entered his body, his head, and his chest. Legs, arms, ribs, everything was aching. He remembered how they had told him that they had work for him, how they would pay very generously for something to do with hacking, the details had been long forgotten. It turned out that their ‘generously’ was to kill him on the spot. They had first fired bullets, but none managed to hit him, soon they dropped their guns and came at him with fists and bats. There were too many to count, but their faces burnt an image into Louis’s mind. He could clearly see each face, saw each name, knew where to find each one of them, and knew the best way to kill…each one.

Louis was once a normal boy, until his family sent him to a school, École pour les Enfants Choisis, here he learnt that he had abilities that no others had, he was able to feel what others felt, see what others saw, do what others couldn’t. He remembered how he had been naïve and stupid then, just like he was now. He hated it, the feeling of being weak, having nothing to his name, he hated every inch of what he was. Suddenly there was light, Louis closed his eyes to block out the sudden bright light, and pulled one battered arm over his eyes, he tried to open them to see the source of the light. As suddenly as it appeared the light died down, Louis opened his eyes and saw an outline of a man. He wasn’t tall, but came across as a giant. He placed a warm hand on Louis’s cheek. Louis tried to pull away but to no avail.

“You’re hurt, what happened?”
“What makes you think I'm going to tell you?!”
“Because I’m the only one that can help you, unless you’re planning on sitting here in the rain”
“It’s not raining”
“It will be, you don’t have a choice in the matter, your coming with me”
“You place a hand on me, and I’ll break it off!”

The hand on his cheek grew cold, Louis looked into the man’s eyes, they too were cold. “The fact that my hand is still on your cheek implies that you cannot comply with any threats at the moment. The men you’re running from are close…come” Louis felt the man’s hand move from his cheek and curved around his back. Louise felt like a fish on a hook, having no choice but to leave the water. This man, regardless of his stature, lifted Louis to his feet taking most of Louis’s weight on his shoulders.

“Who are you?”
“A friend.” he then set off, staggering clumsily, walking slowly but steadily down the side of the road. Things turned for the worst, Louis looked from the floor and saw the men from before. They were walking directly towards them, checking all the alleys, it was clear that they were looking for him. He was about to say something when he felt himself pressed against the wall. Somehow they were in an ally, he looked at the man, it was clear that he saw the men too the silence was broken by a low whisper

“We’re going to have to do something uncomfortable so that they don’t see you”
“Just do it” Louis didn’t really know what it was until it was too late. Louis felt the man’s hand grab his waist, and he moved his head barely millimeters from Louis’s cheek, he then turned his face. Louis started to panic, until he heard the man’s voice. “Relax, I'm not going to do anything, you’re hurt bad, if they find you, you might not live, their not going to try see who you are if they think we’re making out”
“I don’t like it!” Louis whispered back realizing that his friend had turned his face.

He saw the man looking at the entrance of the ally. There stood the gang, all the people that had signed their death sentence the moment they had laid their filthy hand on him. “Well, Lookie here boys, seems we have a cute little couple here” the men then bust into laughter. Louis saw the look in his friend’s eyes; it told him to move his face away, with that, his friend spoke.
“If you men don’t mind, could you please leave?”
“Or what gay-boy? You’ll hurt us?”
“No, I won’t hurt you, I’ll massacre you, I’ll start with your friends then your family, and then when you think I will come for you, I won’t”
“Some mighty big words for you lady-man!”
“I don’t need big words, I'm not like you” Louis felt a hint of laughter on his lips; he wanted to laugh but left it at an inner smile. Louis felt his friend’s face turn; he knew it was implying that he should tilt his head back. He then felt a hand more to his neck, then heard a small whisper,
“I'm sorry; it’s taking longer than I thought”
“They’re still here” his friend made a small sound with his lips, he then looked back at the gang,
“If your so interested, there’s a bar down the road, open all night, I got this one there” “What!!?”
“You seem to be very interested, just thought” he said this well turning back to Louis.
“I am not like you!?”
“Are you sure? I'm sure I saw you there the other day” the man backed away, looking to his friends,
“That’s a lie! I would never been seen in a gay bar!” with that they walked off, leaving Louis to giggle at the comments passed in the last five minuets.
“If I may, what is your name?” the stranger said well moving off Louis.
“It’s Louis, you?”
“Marc, Marc Shindler” Suddenly Louis felt a drop of water on his forehead. It was raining