Donnie
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« on: July 25, 2008, 03:23:31 pm » |
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(A/N- This is an experiment on my part, and I am not even remotely proud of it. But tell me what you think!)
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Behira Adin. Adin was of at least twenty-three years of age, with shoulder length chestnut brown hair, and green eyes that resembled stagnant pools of water. For the most part, Behira was a quiet girl, was at her job in the police office on time every morning, and despite a nasty tendency to consume alcohol like a diesel locomotive, was a pretty agreeable person. She lived in the fictional town of El City (but please, don't let her, or anyone else for that matter, find out), but to be more precise, it was in a homely three-story house. One curiously dark and stormy night, she was sitting at a writing desk in her room, and despite being alone, was dressed in conservative pajamas, with a red-ink pen in her hand and a purple covered diary in front of her. Opening up the book, putting pen to paper, she began.
"August 21, XXXX. Nothing happened today. Not a lot happened yesterday, either. What's going to happen tomorrow? I am not completely sure, but it will probably amount to zero. Still, my job is mostly okay, despite the fact I only fill out mountains of paperwork. Drinking hasn't been too bad, except for the vomiting; and despite it all, people understand that I don't do a lot of talking. God I'm so alone."
Behira let out a deep sigh, before closing the book, locking it with a key, hiding it in a hidden compartment of another book, which she soon locked, and placing it in a impossible to notice catch in the writing desk. And you know something? It was locked also. After that somewhat pointless task, given that no one visits her house anyway, she climbed into her bed, waiting for the next morning, fervantly hoping for something, anything, to happen that is at least a little interesting.
Well, something did happen. As she was sleeping, Adin forgot to take out her contact lenses, and woke up in the middle of that night with her eyes burning. Jumping up from her bed and trying to open the door out of her room, which was also locked. After a minute of struggle the door was opened, and she thundered to the bathroom on the second floor. Turning on the sink, Behira clogged the drain before shoving her face in the water. After a good soaking, the contacts washed out of her eyes.
"Oh, that is so much better," imparted Behira in a somewhat... 'squeaky' voice. Hmm, actually kind of makes sense why she shouldn't talk much; probably pretty embarrassing.
Well anywho, she shut off the water before unplugging the drain and went straight back to bed. Slipping back to her dreams, she was feeling relaxed after a good few hours of rest, and as usual, she had plenty of time to get to work. So, Adin took her time washing in a nice, hot shower. After drying off, she was dressing in her work clothes, which thankfully is still being pretty conservatively covered up. Then after a good breakfast of bacon and eggs and finally brushing her teeth, she went to go find her contacts.
The blood in Behira's face completely froze, and chills were moving across her spine like hands againist a harp. Giving the sink a devastated gaze because the only options were being absent from work, and she was quite close to a promotion to something useful, or wearing her glasses, which not only would make her look vulnerable, but someone might actually have a cursed fetish towards them.
Despite all the risks, dangers, and potential problems of it... She was soon walking to work with her red-rimmed glasses, because it was nothing compared to her career being damaged. It wasn't a very long walk, probably due to El City not actually being a city, and once she got to the station Behira was soon at her job's desk filling out utterly useless and boring reports (they might of been useful, but your wrist will protest againist that).
Captain Marhsall, a man of thirty-seven with short sand color hair and round grey eyes, was walking around, generally putting his nose where it doesn't belong, was soon hovering over Behira's shoulder. He chanted in a hospitable voice, "Ms. Adin, would you mind if I ask you something?"
"No, captain," spoke Behira in a submisive tone.
"Well," continued Captain Marshall trying to keep his voice low, "How long have you been working here, again?"
Her hand's began to shake, "A- About six monthes, sir."
"Yeah, I'm... Afraid I'm going to have to let you go," declared Captain Marshall, his voice seemingly full of regret.
Adin's eyes expanded, and she began to stammer, "B- B- B- But why me? I haven't been late for a single day of work; why can't you sack Jennifer?"
Captain Marshall sighed; Jennifer was troublesome (AKA, slacker-offer) little devil who, for the most part, is only in the police department because she was his personal friend. So, he replied, "I would, but she's late for work. So, it definately has to be you. Because... well, your glasses make you look kind of soft."
Back in her room several hours later, Behira was curled up in the fetal position on her bed, just after crying herself to sleep. On the writing desk, several cans of alcohol lay empty next to her diary. The newest entry would be read out, but frankly I don't want to repeat such foul language.
And yet, as she was now soundly asleep, a red-and-yellow robed figure, gilded in shining light with large golden wings on it's flanks entered her room. It's voice was like a booming wail, and it called, "Behira Adin, wake yourself up and behond my image."
"Shut the Hell up, damn it!" cried Behira back as it's siren-like call awakened her, "I have a hang over, I lost my job, and my glasses make me look pathetic." Finishing that, and realizing she was no longer in a comforting dream, went back to bawling in sadness.
"Oh dear, sorry about that," appologized the angelic figure, significantly lowering it's voice, "Allow me to help you get over your own worthlessness." It approached Behira, and caressing her face with a shining hand, cured her of her hang over, "Now listen to me, the Arch-angel Gabriel, and listen well. I am going to give you a job of great importance and power, for you, Behira Adin, need to do something very special."
Behira, being awed by it's words, stepped off of her bed and bowed before it before saying, "I shall do what you ask of me, oh great Gabriel. I will right the wrongs of man, and defend the poor, the weak, and the holy ones who deserve it. I shall free the oppressed from their shackles to over take these tyrants, and bring about a new age of peace and love."
"Um," scratched Gabriel, "No, no, that will not be needed."
She raised her head in confusion, "Huh? But you said I was going to do something of great importance!"
"Yes, Behira, you will be doing something that is pretty important. You see, it seems a certain demon has gotten the idea that 'Dark does not mean evil', and we can't send a true celestial spirit to kill him because someone would catch on that 'Light does not mean good'."
"B- But," stuttered Behira, "If Light isn't good, then why are you trying to stop Dark from not being evil?"
"Oh, you humans," laughed Gabriel, seriously confusing Behira (and probably you for that matter), "Look, either you do it, and get a nice reward, or we have Jennifer do it."
At that moment, Behira's eyes glew with new found rage and her body began to burn in a heavenly aura before saying, "Give me the bastard's name, and I'll strangle him with his own intestines!"
"That's the spirit!"
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