|The Gothic Ballerina Part 3 (standard:science fiction, 917 words) [3/8] show all parts|
|Author: kissofthehungry||Added: Jun 15 2005||Views/Reads: 1502/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Echo's memories resurface unwanted in her dreams, where it is revealed that she had a brother, Jon Jon, who defected to the bad guys when he was 17.|
Her mother was crying in the bedroom, she could hear her through the walls. She wanted to run to her mommy but she knew that they'd yell at her. They were having one of those discussions. “What are we going to do?” she bawled, accentuating the last word with a loud sniffle. “I could become a private detective, but the payroll's not good for a clean cop out here, you know? I think our only choice is to find a way to bring the department down. They're supposed to be here to serve and protect the innocent, not the murderous scum as long as they pay well,” her father growled and she could heard him hit the wall half heartedly. There was a gasp, “Bring them down? How do you plan on doing that? Anything we do will bring their attention to us and they don't leave any talkers.” Dianna squeezed her teddy bear tight to her, listening to her parents with wide-eyed wonder. Who didn't leave any talkers? Why would daddy become a private detective? Wasn't he a policeman? “I know sweetheart, but I think we're already in that danger. You and Dianna could go into hiding. I'll be the one to draw their attention,” he exclaimed. “Not a chance, they'd find us and I'd rather be hunted with you by my side then wondering if you were okay.” Three years later, when she was twelve, she stood in the living room staring at the brick in the middle of the shattered glass from their front window. Her mother was somewhere in the background, sobbing again but Dianna just stood stunned. Never before had she seen broken glass or a brick wrapped in paper, and she was intrigued. Her father swept her up into his arms and carried her into her windowless room where he told her to stay. Somehow, she knew it had something to do with the years of protest that her parents had been carrying out. Six months after the brick made it through their window, her brother who was five years older than her, disappeared. His name was Jonathon and he had disagreed with their parents war on the corrupt city. Dianna sat in her room, crying hysterically cause she knew Jon Jon was gone and her life seemed like it was over. It was then that her mother told her that she wouldn't be going to school anymore and couldn't play outside. It was just too dangerous. Later, she sat with her ear to the wall listening to her parents, her father moaned, “I can't believe he did this. He's just a boy, not ready to make such decisions. I'm going to try to find him.” “No, you're not,” her mother demanded with such determination that even Dianna was surprised by it, “I'm not loosing you too. Dianna needs you as well, if you disappear trying to find our defective son, we'll be vulnerable and have nowhere to run or hide. We need you. Jonathon is a lost cause, he was from the beginning. He always loved to play with fire, there's nothing we can do. Come here.” Dianna closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against the wall, feeling very small and lost. They weren't going to save Jon Jon, he was gone. Five years later, she walked into a silent house and knew something was wrong. Her parents blood was everywhere and she was crying but unable to cry out, the house turned into a vicious maze. Her hands were in front of her as she stumbled through the hall, trying to remember where a phone was. Tears blurred her vision making her disorientation even worse. Her elbow caught a corner and sharp pain shot through her arm, but it didn't even faze her. It was nothing compared to the pain that breathed inside of her. Somehow, she found the telephone but was so hysterical that she couldn't think of what she was supposed to do with it. When she finally figured it out, she had to calm down enough to explain the situation to the police operator. As she waited for the police to arrive, she called her Uncle Milo, who had been training her in the art of sword fighting since she was six, and told him what she had walked in. He was there with her long before the police arrived, comforting her even as she felt her world was going to end. “My sister's better than that, I don't want to give up on her,” Mikey's voice broke into her dream and she was standing beside him in a hazy darkness where all she could see was Mikey and clouds. Then her brother was standing before her, his shoulder length black hair hanging over the right side of his face as usual, the visible blue eye smiling warmly at her. It was Jon Jon. “Why'd you leave me?” she cried out but he didn't respond, instead, began to walk backwards into the swirling clouds. Agonized but his repeated abandonment, she crumpled to her knees, crying for him to come back to her. That's when she woke up in her apartment, tears still moist on her cheeks. Mikey was sound asleep on her couch, his snores sounding alien and inhuman. Swallowing back a sob that had threatened to break loose of her, she rolled onto her side so that her back was to her stranger. Closing her eyes and blocking her memories, she went back to sleep. Tweet
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