I wrote a little more to my previous post. The plot must thicken! - (The writers stage commandment) It's not much but it's enough. Haha.
Maria Salva waited alone in her dark office for word from her pawn on the progress of his mission. Sitting at her desk, she tapped her fingers in impatience. She jumped when the phone rang loudly beside her. Slava stopped her rhythmic fingers and picked up the phone. “Yes?” She asked in a hushed tone
“I have the specimens.”
“How many?”
“Three. Alive and kicking.” The voice answered, “But, not at the moment.”
Maria was pleased. “Good. Bring them to me. You do remember where my building is, correct?”
“Yes, I have the address written down ri--”
“I told you not to do that!” She interrupted, “Burn that paper! Memorize it and burn that paper!” There was no reply. “When will you be arriving?” She asked.
“Half an hour.”
“Good.”
The line went dead and Nathanial was left alone in darkness. The only audible sound was that of the soft slur of the tires on the pavement below. Holloman recalled the night’s events and mentally gave himself a congratulatory handshake for a job well done.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Follow Me. Chapter One - A Dim Beginning
One – A dim beginning
“Nathanial Holloman, and ex medical practitioner in Cincinnati, Ohio, has escaped from the New York State Sanitarium and is considered to be highly dangerous. Anyone who may know anything about his whereabouts, please call the number below. A reward IS being offered.”
Lucian and Dominique Carsen paid no attention to the mediocre news cast that had interrupted their favorite television show, Say Yes to the Dress. The Carsen family lives alone on a million dollar estate in a large manor they call home. For Lucien, Dominique, and their daughter Adrianna, what started out as an inconspicuous, quiet night, will turn their lives upside down.
On his way out of the moonlit town of Cincinnati, doctor Nathanial Holloman‘s foot is to the floor of the black SUV he commandeered at his favorite gas station that he used to frequent when he was free. But today, he WAS free. Free to carry on his experiments. He remembered a family… A family he heard of on the news… Some big scandal it their home… The… Carsens… Yes…He was trying to remember where they lived.
The Carsens were very wealthy, and were great philanthropists who donated large sums of money to nearly every charity imaginable. The odd thing was nobody knew where they stored all of their money… No bank is written in their name, and no safe had ever been found in their house. If everything goes according to plan, Holloman will be the sole bearer of this knowledge. Holloman check his rearview mirror to see if he was being followed but not thing was behind him except for a stunning view of the city shining like the light at the end of the tunnel. But Nathanial was not going towards the light; he was going in the opposite direction towards the dark, moonlit, night, and to incredible riches.
Meanwhile, Lucian Carsen was sitting on his lounge sofa with his wife watching the television at home. His wife, Dominique, had long fallen asleep after she had sent their daughter off to bed, and he was just enjoying spending time with his friend. Suddenly, Both were awoken by a loud noise coming from down the hall behind them and to their left. Mrs. Carsen turned her head and hollered down the hall, “Addie, is that you?” There was no answer. The noise sounded like a door being shut with force…not slammed, but not shut gently either. They both turned their attention back to the television.
“You would think a wealthy family like yourselves would install a better alarm system.” A voice from directly behind them startled them from their seats and brought them standing up looking back toward the wall of the dark room. They saw a figure walk out of the shadows holding a black wire in his hand.
“Who are you?!” Lucien interrogated,
“That is none of your concern, what you should be worried about is your girl.”
“Where is she?” Dominique shrieked, “What have you done with her!?”
“Nothing… yet,” the stranger pulled a gun from behind his back in the other hand, “and if you come with me nothing WILL happen.” The stranger proposed. The couple now noticed the leather strap over the man’s shoulder. It was full of loops, and the loops were full of small syringes. There was no escaping this man. Either they tried to flee and he tranquilized them, or they go with him and avoid the drama and save their little girl.
Lucian spoke up, “Where are you taking us?”
“That also is none of your concern.” The man answered, “Turn around and face the television.”
Lucian and Dominique both gave each other a worried glance and did as the man told.
Lucien was breathing heavily and trying to focus on a way to get away from this madman when he heard an odd noise – it sounded like a click – then a sharp pain in his spine. His world went dark and he didn’t even know he hit the floor.
“Nathanial Holloman, and ex medical practitioner in Cincinnati, Ohio, has escaped from the New York State Sanitarium and is considered to be highly dangerous. Anyone who may know anything about his whereabouts, please call the number below. A reward IS being offered.”
Lucian and Dominique Carsen paid no attention to the mediocre news cast that had interrupted their favorite television show, Say Yes to the Dress. The Carsen family lives alone on a million dollar estate in a large manor they call home. For Lucien, Dominique, and their daughter Adrianna, what started out as an inconspicuous, quiet night, will turn their lives upside down.
On his way out of the moonlit town of Cincinnati, doctor Nathanial Holloman‘s foot is to the floor of the black SUV he commandeered at his favorite gas station that he used to frequent when he was free. But today, he WAS free. Free to carry on his experiments. He remembered a family… A family he heard of on the news… Some big scandal it their home… The… Carsens… Yes…He was trying to remember where they lived.
The Carsens were very wealthy, and were great philanthropists who donated large sums of money to nearly every charity imaginable. The odd thing was nobody knew where they stored all of their money… No bank is written in their name, and no safe had ever been found in their house. If everything goes according to plan, Holloman will be the sole bearer of this knowledge. Holloman check his rearview mirror to see if he was being followed but not thing was behind him except for a stunning view of the city shining like the light at the end of the tunnel. But Nathanial was not going towards the light; he was going in the opposite direction towards the dark, moonlit, night, and to incredible riches.
Meanwhile, Lucian Carsen was sitting on his lounge sofa with his wife watching the television at home. His wife, Dominique, had long fallen asleep after she had sent their daughter off to bed, and he was just enjoying spending time with his friend. Suddenly, Both were awoken by a loud noise coming from down the hall behind them and to their left. Mrs. Carsen turned her head and hollered down the hall, “Addie, is that you?” There was no answer. The noise sounded like a door being shut with force…not slammed, but not shut gently either. They both turned their attention back to the television.
“You would think a wealthy family like yourselves would install a better alarm system.” A voice from directly behind them startled them from their seats and brought them standing up looking back toward the wall of the dark room. They saw a figure walk out of the shadows holding a black wire in his hand.
“Who are you?!” Lucien interrogated,
“That is none of your concern, what you should be worried about is your girl.”
“Where is she?” Dominique shrieked, “What have you done with her!?”
“Nothing… yet,” the stranger pulled a gun from behind his back in the other hand, “and if you come with me nothing WILL happen.” The stranger proposed. The couple now noticed the leather strap over the man’s shoulder. It was full of loops, and the loops were full of small syringes. There was no escaping this man. Either they tried to flee and he tranquilized them, or they go with him and avoid the drama and save their little girl.
Lucian spoke up, “Where are you taking us?”
“That also is none of your concern.” The man answered, “Turn around and face the television.”
Lucian and Dominique both gave each other a worried glance and did as the man told.
Lucien was breathing heavily and trying to focus on a way to get away from this madman when he heard an odd noise – it sounded like a click – then a sharp pain in his spine. His world went dark and he didn’t even know he hit the floor.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Where Two Rivers Meet
The sound of gurgling water surrounded me. The constant comforting noise seemed to hug me and relax all of my muscles at once. The reverberating waves of calmness and serenity covered me with a cool, collective mist of fresh water. The deep, crystal pool swirled from the opposing forces at its sides. An underground irrigation system dispersed the flowing water from to pool into the surrounding farmland.
It is now fall so the leaves are changing and falling down with every slight breeze that passes through the little valley. The small collection of bright red and yellow leaves in the pool swirled spun and gathered together in the center of the pond.
This beautiful spot is hidden in the valley by tall majestic redwoods, wide, strong spruces and a large expanse of blue, purple, and pink wildflowers. Two great waterfalls on each side of paradise supply living water to the clear pool, and a glorious sound of rushing water fills the air with an unmatchable energy.
I remember hearing the news of my childhood home. How there was a great fire that took half the town and most of the neighboring crops. The trees, flowers, tall grass – everything was destroyed. Like an infant still growing and developing totally obliterated in one foul accident.
This summer I traveled back to my old sanctuary to inspect the damage. The flowers were gone, and I could no longer smell the sweet scent of cherry blossoms in the air. At my place of safety and rest, I could only feel pain and sadness. The place where I once went to escape the world around me was no more. The rivers no longer flow into a reflecting pool of sheer beauty. Dead trees and ash had fallen into the streams damming them up and creating new streams that went though the crop fields. Everything around me was black and charred. Everything was dead.
Where the rivers met, there was but a puncture in the ground full of caked mud and cracked dirt. The wonders of the falls that seemed to flow from heaven itself were no more – along with the tranquility that came with it. Mere steep walls of rock and dust were left behind. Without this living water here, I truly felt spiritless.
Forever and always I will remember it as it was. Not as it is. I grew as it grew. My life-long friend and advocate: murdered by human intervention.
It is now fall so the leaves are changing and falling down with every slight breeze that passes through the little valley. The small collection of bright red and yellow leaves in the pool swirled spun and gathered together in the center of the pond.
This beautiful spot is hidden in the valley by tall majestic redwoods, wide, strong spruces and a large expanse of blue, purple, and pink wildflowers. Two great waterfalls on each side of paradise supply living water to the clear pool, and a glorious sound of rushing water fills the air with an unmatchable energy.
I remember hearing the news of my childhood home. How there was a great fire that took half the town and most of the neighboring crops. The trees, flowers, tall grass – everything was destroyed. Like an infant still growing and developing totally obliterated in one foul accident.
This summer I traveled back to my old sanctuary to inspect the damage. The flowers were gone, and I could no longer smell the sweet scent of cherry blossoms in the air. At my place of safety and rest, I could only feel pain and sadness. The place where I once went to escape the world around me was no more. The rivers no longer flow into a reflecting pool of sheer beauty. Dead trees and ash had fallen into the streams damming them up and creating new streams that went though the crop fields. Everything around me was black and charred. Everything was dead.
Where the rivers met, there was but a puncture in the ground full of caked mud and cracked dirt. The wonders of the falls that seemed to flow from heaven itself were no more – along with the tranquility that came with it. Mere steep walls of rock and dust were left behind. Without this living water here, I truly felt spiritless.
Forever and always I will remember it as it was. Not as it is. I grew as it grew. My life-long friend and advocate: murdered by human intervention.
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