The Enmity of Nobody
Here I am in Nowhere-land
Surrounded by my nobodies.
Here I am your average dust
never there except where
The sun may choose to shine on me.
There is someone standing there
shining with the wind again
looking out for life to live again
I'm there or not, you choose to see
The one you see may not be me
There she is, whisper tight
Everyone to the world
smile wide! at least a flash
as people start to slash
your insides with this might
Let us bind together
still the same
as we try to fight this game
The mind of yours, a fragile feather
Let's win this game together
Part 1: The Orientation of Blood
Oh, the soft wind shrieks.
As I stand sure that it is being born anew.
Its thoughts are strewn away.
And her beauty is melting days.
Nobody #1
Allice Marabilla Terre
Age 19
"The Girl Who Wasn't"
The world around me always seemed to disappear. Maybe I myself was disappearing. Among the throngs of busy New York, New York people–of course–I would blend. So I never saw the strangeness of this much too common occurrence. This didn't happen until I moved to the very small Ensign, Kansas. Out of all the people in Ensign, no one seemed to notice me. I wasn't the sort of person you would notice in the first place. My sister always said I was average looking. My dark brown hair was shoulder length and wavy. My eyes were dull and out of it. Some people would say I was odd because I was asian in America but there are many other asians in New York. It wasn't like we were an endangered species or something. I was just a person that didn't catch attention. I was average and I was normal.
Once, I did an experiment. I came home from school before anyone else and so decided to hide in the basement. No one noticed I was missing and didn't care either. I stayed until morning but still, I wasn't noticed. I guess that opened my eyes–a bit–about the world. Some people like my sister, Tal were so–noticeble. I wasn't. I just simply wasn't. In a lot of ways a word to describe me was wasn't. I wasn't there, like I wasn't solid–not a mass. I wasn't found and I wasn't lost. I just was wasn't.
I guess I should have noticed it but under my circumstances, I didn't. I lived in New York, my classes were big and there were a lot of people. I was never a people person, I thought that was why I didn't make much friends. I often liked to stay at the creek in a park near my house. It was mostly trees and of course, the creek was hard to find. One night when I was staying out by the creek pretty late, something that changed my life happened. I was sixteen years old when I went home that night to find the walls stained with blood and family murdered. To my surprise, I didn't panic. I merely walked over to the phone and called the police. I was like a ghost and felt empty. I wasn't feeling.
My relatives made no move to help me or take care of me. They may have thought I was dead. I often asked myself if I was. Instead I took a few belongings and a tent and camped near the creek. I got a part-time job to pay for food and faked my moms signature on school documents. Everyone had strangely enough forgotten about their death. For three years I lived like this until I decided I needed to leave New York. I had saved up enough money to buy a small house in Ensign, Kansas. I could now get a full job and pay for it. I traveled there by bus and once I got there I was relieved. The long trip had been tiring. My new house was a trailer. It was the type of green you see on lizards, with small windows and a small green lawn, the type you would pass right by in a car and I was so far off from the city, I imagine no one would be walking here.
I got a job at a restaurant, but no one really noticed me. I would just stand around and do dishes because no one gave me any work. I thought of this as a normal occurrence until that day. It was the day I truly understood what was going on.
It was the winter and very cold. I was walking past a graveyard when I noticed something. There was a grave with the restaurant owners name on it. I shuddered and walked away saying to myself, "It is a coincidence," over and over again. I'd finally convinced myself when I reached the restaurant. As I was walking to the kitchen I heard some customers talking.
"It is too bad Mr. Greensher died three years ago," they said. I knew they were talking about the same man that hired me three days ago. I remember hearing someone whispering to me, not aloud but in my head. See, you are no one. He existed so you could exist quietly without causing a disturbance. You already are a disturbance, no?
I am a disturbance? What am I to the world? Why do I exist? My body had wormed it way into itself. I was not there. I was watching, thinking, stressing. I am a normal human. Or at least that is what I had been told. It must be true though. My body was being pulled by fate when I myself was not controlling it. It walked quietly like a puppet to the woods. The appearance of a person scared me so I fled back to the shell of my body. Where was I? Had I closed myself in my mind?
I looked at the boy in front of me. He was my age and very tall and slender. He had red hair that was the color of velvet. His eyes violet yet grey at the same time. HE SEEMED TO JUMP OUT FROM THE WORLD. I had always been lost in my grey world but he stood out like a ruby among a thousand diamonds. He was hard to find but once you saw him, he shook you with radiance. We stood staring at each other for what seemed like an hour. He looked at me as if appraising me than taking a step forward, he held out his hand and asked in the perfect voice, "I am Arren. Will you come with me?" He pulled me along for a while until we were at my trailer. "We need to talk, urgently," he said.
I didn't get the newspaper. In fact, I doubt the town even had one. So I never knew why I barely saw a person walking on the streets. The truth of it was many people were found in the morning drained of their blood yet not dead, just sleepy and weak. These people had been bitten by vampires. Contrary to popular belief, people were not simply turned into vampires by being bitten. They had to be bitten twice. However, a person bitten once will start to fade from society. This is what the boy told me. "You don't remember your past, do you?" he said to me. I didn't remember it. All I can remember was that day when I was sixteen and all the events after it. "When you were small, about six years old, you were kidnapped and bitten by a vampire. You were left at a creek. Your family found you and then you started to fade. When you were sixteen, a vampire broke into your house and killed your family yet only drank your blood. You lost your memories of being bitten. You blocked them out and faded from society even more. You craved blood, but didn't know it. You sleep walk to get blood but don't kill people," he said, "I should know because I am a vampire and I have been put in charge of watching you because you are an interesting vampire," he said.
"Who put you in charge of watching me?" I asked, doubting that I was a vampire.
"The Chi Empire Governing Assistants Federation, or CEGAF (Say-Guf) put me in charge of monitoring you because most vampires wander to Chi without knowing it," he said looking down at his watch, "I need to go but first I should tell you something. The vampire that bit you most likely wanted you as his mate because he killed your family and only left you behind. I will be coming tomorrow to take you to Chi so pack up only your most precious belongings.
He is lying, he killed your family. If you go with him you will be thrown into some sort of game. What game you ask? I am so sorry, I can't tell you. Why? It is against the rules. Well, you are too. Don't you know it. Everyone does, because it is part of the rules. You learn the rules as soon as you are part of the game. Why don't you know it? Because it is more fun this way, ALLICE.
The last words that echoed through my mind hurt like lightning. Whose name was that? Was it my own. I hadn't heard someone say it since–well–ever. At school I had written it down but I had never said it. Allice. This was my name. I looked to see Arren leaving. Wait! Where are you going! My body screamed. I stumbled outside, to see him gone and blood red rain plummeting down upon me. I wanted to scream as feelings started echoing through my veins. Fear. Strength. Timidness. Adrenaline. Wonder. Awe. Welcome Allice. Welcome to Chii. We hope you enjoy the game. I wasn't Allice.
Nobody #2
Gwenyth Syul Lariter
Age 17
"The Girl who Died"
Life is a wonderful existence. It is like a flower. At the beginning it is a bud, an idea and a child. Then it blooms. It finds its colors–all the through. Its sepals–its ideas–support it. It roots itself and spreads its smell. Much like a perfume, life spread a smell that diffuses away from where it starts. Everything is life. Unfortunately, every flower wilts. That is death. That is how I see things. When a flower wilts it can stay or get thrown away. Sometimes it crumples. I guess I wonder what will happen to me.
!~*~!
I sat in the passenger seat of the car with my friends. I was giggling with all three of them. Miranda, Lynn, Sherwood, and I were all drunk after the party. Sherwood was driving us back to Miranda's house so we could pass out. I sat next to her in the front with Lynn and Miranda sparring with their purses in the back. My long blonde hair was straighter then ever after using a hair dryer for once. A long, thick strand covered one of my eyes. As we pulled away from the party we were laughing and talking. None of us questioning the fact that the drunken Sherwood was driving. At least until she rammed into the tree.
I awoke surrounded by white light. I was floating. I tried to maneuver myself so I was floating in a standing posistion. Bubbles were floating all around me. Memories that I held close. They all had my Mom and Dad in them. We were a happy family. I miss that. Now, Mom cares more about what the tabloids say than me. If she does care. I fell back to sleep.
I woke up in a forest. I rubbed my head groggily before preceding to crack my knuckles and neck. I felt something on my neck. Cold. Wet. One bite. I knew immediately that it was a vampire's. One reason was the man with blood trickling down his mouth in front of me. "Hello, I am Kei," he said.
"Hello, I am..." I stopped talking. What was my name? Where was I? Why was I here? Welcome to Chii, GWENYTH. We hope you enjoy the game.
I screamed as my back started burning. My flesh ripped as two feathery white wings exploded from my back. I gasped and fell forward into Kei. He picked me up like a princess and started walking. My eyes were wide open in fear and pain. Everything was stained scarlet by the rain. Why was the rain scarlet? Welcome to Chii, the land of scarlet rain. Kei laid me down on a bench My wings folded behing me. I shuddered as he walked off into the bamboo forest of the park.
It was his fault. That was I thought. I thought and thought until I passed out to the sound of sirens.
!~*~!
I opened my eyes. Where was I? I was staring up at a sterile white ceiling. The room around me was the same white. The room smelled of medicine and blood. Ugh... Lots of blood. My head was spinning quiet tales about where I was. I weaved through its ideas until I came to the answer. A hospital. Oh great, just what I need. More stinking attention from my parents and the media. Like I need some reporter talking to my mother about the tragedy of my injuries or sickness or whatever. My mom was an actress and my father was a singer. My dad died early leaving us with a fortune and causing all the reporters to mob my mother and I with condolences, questions, and trying to make a scandal.
"I know it's terrible that she got so hurt!" I heard someone say. My mother walked into the room talking on her phone–definitely to a reporter. "Ah, I need to go," she said, "Nythi just woke up!" I hated it when she called my Nythi. It made me feel like my real name wasn't good enough.
"Hey mom," I said, using the word mom loosely. It isn't like the women ever mothered me.
"Shut up," she said snapping shut the phone, "God! What the hell do you think you have done. I mean–really–what on earth did you do to your back. The doctors said it looked like daggers had ripped through it."
"I don't remember anything. All I remember is a bright light,screaming, and then waking up in an expensive hospital with gross green jello," I replied nodding toward the offending substance on the table next to my bed. My mother slapped me, obviously angry. She never could control her anger. She nearly pushed me off a bridge for getting some directions wrong, once.
"You have a broken arm, concussion, two gigantic scars on your back, cuts on your neck, and practically a mafia of reporters causing me trouble!" she yelled, "What am I suposed to tell them? That my daughter was out partying drunk?"
"No, you would lie. You always do," I replied in a matter-of-fact way, "What about Miranda, Lynn, and Sherwood?" I asked, worried that my friends had gotten hurt.
" Sherwood is injured less than you and the other two are barely scraped up," she said exasperatedly, "I need to go and do a photo shoot." She walked out without another word. I decide that was a good time to mutter some less than polite words about my mom.
!~*~!
I was so happy to be shopping with my friends again. We were in the mall for the first time in two months. I had on a curly red wig so people wouldn't recognize me. Miranda had on a pink wig that went down to her knees in delicate waves. "Just for fun!" she said as we walked into the mall. For Attention! I corrected her. Miranda's constant need for attention made me sick sometimes. How could she think like this?! I would rather draw no attention than be looked at every second by people I didn't know. Although, lately reporters didn’t seem to be interested in me. My hair was staying straight for once to my happiness. As I saw us rounding toward an offending boutique washed in pink I pulled away saying that I needed to go to the bathroom.
"Gwenyth? Would you like to have your fortune told?" startled I stared at the little woman who had talked to me. She was old and short. Her eyes looked wise and honest.
"How do you know my name?" I asked her.
"I am a fortune teller. Now, come sit I will tell your fortune," she ordered. I sat down at the table she had set up without asking. "Your mother is horrible! Hitting her injured daughter is despicable!" she said after staring at me a while.
I recoiled, "How do you know that?!" No one is supposed to know about my mother's cruelty and our relationship. According to America we are the Mother-Daughter Duo. We were the sweetest family of California in the magazines!
She continued as if I had not said anything, "You have forgotten something important, my angel. Do not go to the park. It is dangerous there. If you're bitten again you will certainly have become one of the fallen." What was she talking about? What did I forget? When was I bitten first and what did she mean by that? What did she mean about falling? I got up as she stared at me sorrowfully. I waved goodbye and walked away dazed.
!~*~!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I through a book at the clock. It fell off the shelf and landed with a thud on the ground. The noise stopped. I knew something was wrong. I kept pondering what the woman had said but it made no sense. That was what scared me. Think quick, little thoughts, I told myself. I could not think about it but at the same time it was imprinted in my head. I'm sure this meant that it was important.
I'd had it. I jumped off my bed and grabbed my keys. It was time to go to the park. On the way there I thought about whether or not this was a good idea. "Oh well," I said to myself, "You need to get over this once and for all. My car slowed into a parking spot and I got out of the car. "Where should I go?" I said exasperatedly to who-knows-what. I shrugged and started walking in a random direction. I was unaware of my surroundings. Without knowing it I went to the site of the car crash earlier this week. Pieces of glass were strewn across the ground. They sparkled in the light of the street lamp. they looked like a cross between diamonds and fairy dust.Piece of the car lay all around like large metal earrings piercing the ground. I stood an stared.After awhile I noticed that it was dark. Worriedly, I looked at my watch.
11:11
"Ah! When did it get this late!" I started to run back to my care when suddenly someone pulled me back from behind me.
"Hello little miss," I heard a voice say, "It has been a while since I've had a good meal." I screamed as I turned around to see a tall boy with black hair coming towards me with fangs outstretched. Quiet! Just let him bite you so that the game can be put in motion. Gwenyth needs to cooperate. Do you understand this child? I struggled as he pulled me close and bit me. I started feeling anemic. I couldn't stand if it weren't for the boy holding me up. I slowly closed my eyes and started to lose consciousness as those forgotten memories started piling up. I finally remember my death. The white light and the floating came quickly back. My memory of the wings that came from my back came as well. I sagged in the vampires arms and felt as if I was going to die again. Suddenly, he jerked a way or more like, flew. I fell to the ground blood still trickling out of my neck. I felt the Earth fall from under me. The wind was whipping through my air and I slid open my eyes to see me falling into my body. My wings spread out. Same as before, only this time they were blood red. I fell back down on the ground realizing the vampire was gone. I felt someone pick me up as I finally succumbed to the blood loss and fainted.
!~*~!
I woke up with someone carrying me. I looked up to see Kei. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said smiling. I pushed him away and struggled over to a bench near the road he was carrying me down. I stumbled over and sat down, while hitting my head on it. I yelped and rubbed my head. Kei laughed. I glared at him and looked at my watch for the date. I had been sleeping for one day.
"Where are we going?" I asked him while staring at the sign that said 'Welcome to Kansas City', "You must run fast," I added as I started to worried about were we were going.
"We are meeting up with Arren and Allice," he said, "and from there we will go to Chii."
"Um, who and where and why."
"Okay," he said, "You are a vampire now and we are going to meet up with some of my partners to go to another dimension called Chii,"
"I'm being kidnapped aren't I?" I said aloud, "My mom is famous so you could gat ransom, not that she would care about me. Did she pay you to kidnap me so she could get rid of me? That sounds like a motherly thing to do," I kept babbling until Kei interrupted me.
"Feel inside your mouth," he said.
"Ow!" I exclaimed as my finger got pricked by something. I whipped my compact of my purse and inspected my mouth. Two fangs prominently stood out against my mouth. I then looked down at my finger. I had pricked it with my fang and it was bleeding. It was bleeding purple blood. I screamed
"I told you that you are a vampire," Kei said laughing as he caught me by the arm, "Come on princess, we're heading for the castle." He scooped me up again and we started walking. I punched his arm as hard as I could and he grinned. "You're an odd human," he said.
"Neither of us is human," I reminded him, "and don't call me princess."
"Okay ," he said laughing. I scowled. This guy was so weird. Well–then again–I am a girl with fangs that bleeds purple blood.
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