Sick of being sick

Hello All,

I am sick with abdominal pain of an unknown origin... Basically everyone thinks I am having an appendicitis, but my blood markers and CT Scan show nothing, so their brilliant diagnoses is lets just check you every 14 hours till you run a fever and start vomiting and then we will do something.

Wish me luck. I get to see my a actual doctor tomorrow instead of substitute teachers and am hopeful he will get things moving in the right direction.

See you all soon and can't wait to share some good news with you all.

Jae...

PS. Who is reading this block in Ireland, Netherlands and Turkey? Either way thank you and please follow me. My ego needs followers.

Fáilte ... Anois a leanúint dom le do thoil !Welkom ... volg mij nu alstublieft !
Hoşgeldiniz ... Şimdi bana lütfen izleyin !

I took a small break yesterday to do stuff that was being neglected, but introductions to my characters are back on... Enjoy this one it is pretty close to home in many ways...

Pulse

No more sunny days. In six more days Jennifer Sunstar would be heading back to Portland Oregon. She missed Reese and her friends, but she always felt so good coming back to the Silver Creek reservation and spending time with her Ak'éí, maternal grandmother in her ancestors Dine tongue. The Navajo of Silver Creek were fewer in number than some tribes, but they seemed to hold onto their beliefs and culture so well. She embraced her heritage, but sometimes being part of it was a painful reminder of what had been lost. Her real name was Jóhonaa’éí So' her people’s words for the Sun and Star, and her white name was Johanna Sue, but that always felt so European that she chose Jennifer Star instead since it seemed more American and that resonated better with her allegiance to her roots.

Her brothers were soldiers like her Father and Grandfather before them. Even a lot of the women fought in various conflicts. Naabaahii, warriors each and every last one of them, in fact that was their family sir name, Warrior. Tough as sin the Naabaahii were, and the whole reservation looked up to them to settle disputes and disagreements. She carried on this tradition at her high school up north and she was good at it. She didn’t need to fight often as most just did what she said, but those that tested her wished they hadn’t. Her clan was half So' Dine'é (Star People) and half Naakai (Spaniards), and they were very proud people. Whenever she was angered she could feel the presence of that history flow through her and her true nature seemed revealed.

The Sun soaked into her skin making her feel alive and refreshed. She was light skinned, but she never burned or freckled. She carried long, dark-red hair, an obvious throw back to her Spanish ancestry, and hazel eyes of golden brown. Lithe and fit she could have been a model, but that life was never suited for her. Instead she would graduate high school and get her degree in History and hopefully teach.

A soft buzzing reminded her of her life and she felt the need to ignore it once more. That stupid phone had been going off all morning and the fact that it was ‘smart’ was not going to save it if it ruined her vacation. She stayed in touch with Reese and a few of her friends, but the others she would get back to when she got around to it. The buzzing was back. She tried to block it out but it went off yet again. This time she forced herself to roll over off the chaise lounge and grab it. Forty seven missed calls. Again it went off but this time she saw that it was Reese.

“Hey babe, sorry I was just relaxing and…” She stopped as Reese interrupted.

“Have you seen the news? There was an accident or something here. Some kind of rare meteorological occurrence, according to the news.” He paused and some people were killed. I have been out all day with Shinji and Jae trying to find friends and help where we can, but it’s bad. Someone said it was worse downtown and I can’t get a hold of Vanessa or Kevin. Have you heard from them?” He was frantic and Reese never lost his stoic demeanor unless it was truly as horrific as it sounded.

The heat from the sun was causing her skin to become hot to the touch and she felt weightless behind the onslaught of images and thoughts circling her mind.

“Sweetie, are you and your family okay?” His foster parents were a little strict but they were good to him and Jennifer always liked his foster mom.

“Yeah, yeah they are good. Thanks for asking, I am just glad you weren’t here. Have you heard from anyone?” He was always reassuring and this made her breathe easier despite the heat of her skin.

“Let me check my missed calls I have a lot.” She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the call log. Most were not that important, just casual acquaintances checking in or checking to see if she was okay. She would let them know as soon as she was done, but one of her missed calls was Vanessa’s number. “Vanessa called. Can I call you back babe and check in with her?” Vanessa shared a foster home with Reese growing up and had become shik'éí dóó shidine'é (her family).

“Yeah, I have been worried sick about her. Let me know what she says.” He paused and took a deep breath. Jennifer, Ayóó'ánííníshní…” and then the phone was silent once more.

She was speechless. It was always implied but they had never said that they loved one another. It was very true and she cared so deeply for Reese, but to hear him say it to her in her own language was magical. She was lifted off the ground by the sensation and was her heart was on fire. She knew that when she got home that telling him how she felt was the first thing she would do. Grounding herself once more she called Vanessa’s phone. Straight to voicemail. She waited a few minutes and called back. Same result. She noticed that she had a voicemail or two and after skipping a few she found Vanessa’s. She played it listening to the message while gripping her chest as if to hold in her heat.

“Jennifer… I wish I could hear your voice. He’s dead, Kevin’s dead. I killed him Jennifer. I am too now. I can’t live with this and just return back to my life. I need to get away from it all. I don’t want you to be confused, but I need to tell you exactly what happened and why I need to go…” She then explained all that transpired. The horrific, the fantastic and then the even more horrific followed by the unbelievable. This couldn’t be Vanessa; this had to be someone else playing a joke. Nothing like this could happen to someone she cared so much about. Vanessa wasn’t capable of these things. The rage was causing her to boil. The sun was now aimed directly at her it seemed; as if a magnifying glass was amplifying it and aiming right for her attempting light her on fire. She cried and the tears sizzled against her cheeks. Victim and Killer? No way was this real. Then the call ended. If it was true and she was savaged like that then maybe between that and the incident with natural disaster she might have had a breakdown of some sort. Either way her rage was now alight and she was ready to explode. She couldn’t protect her, she wasn’t there, but that didn’t excuse her responsibility to her family. She pulled her phone away from her ear and stared at the screen as if the image of Vanessa as she was depicted on her caller ID was all she had left of her. Her eyes were shocked to see the screen was warped where she was holding it, like it had been left on a burner on low heat for a long time.

She cried hard now without any self consciousness and felt the heat flow in waves through her trembling body as she hit the ground on all fours. What about Reese? Once he found out he would lose his composure and be beside himself. The ground was now no longer beneath her feet. She was swirling through the air and reality was warped through ripples of heat on concrete. She prayed to her ancestors to help her make this right. To make her stronger and give her what was needed to protect her family. The Sun took her then and wrapped her in its core. Cradled her and told her that everything would be fine and that as long as she was with it him he would give her what she needed. Every cell in her nearly naked body was alive soaking in his warmth. Penetrated deep and bursting with the necessary power to avenge and protect those she loved. Flame colored hair was actually alight and her hands were glowing with a light that was the Sun’s equal. She could stair into his eyes and she was his forever. She screamed and a beam of pure solar heat shot from her hands and carved through a nearby cliff face. This was her gift, her power that she was bestowed by her guardian and she intended to use it. She was no longer going to wait six more days. She was going there now. She turned in the air and soared above the cloud cover that she past toward the Northwest. She would be there soon and she knew that the first thing she needed to do was to find Reese and tell him that she loved him as well… Then Vanessa… and then she was going to remind people of the magic that once existed in this world before it too was raped and violated so much that it shut down and refused to share that magic with us anymore. She was Jóhonaa’éí So' the Sun Star and she was the Suns servant to this world; his Ats'oos vita' or Pulse.

Her only concern being was that the Sun was not as welcome in the northwest often and hoped its Pulse would be. One thought rang out echoing at the edge of her mind. No more sunny days.

Second Character paragraph, let me know what you think...

Passion

She awakens to the sounds of the birds singing outside her window. Light softly cascaded in through the white gossamer curtains. It was graduation day, the beginning of her life as an adult of 17 years. Vanessa was elated at the prospect of her triumph. A sickly child plagued by bad luck and health problems she always fought through with a positive attitude that rivaled the perkiest of pep squad cheerleaders. She was going to meet Kevin at the movies and then they were going to have a romantic lunch and discuss their future together. She giggled thinking of all the promises that they had made this year and what it would be like to live them out for the rest of their lives.

                She saw her body in the mirror as she stepped into the shower and for the first time in a long time enjoyed the reflection. She was very pretty, but it took a long time for her to see it. She was not a model, but that didn’t matter to her anymore. She was loved by herself and by Kevin and she knew that must amount to something. She hurried and got ready wearing her favorite summer dress that Kevin always loved and kissed her foster mom as she bolted out the door.

The light beamed off her silver necklace that was her last Valentine’s Day present from him. It was early June, but already nearly 90° F and not even noon yet. It was going to be an amazing day. She rounded the corner to see Kevin sitting on a bench drinking a smoothie. He looked up and gave a weak smile.

“Hey babe…” He said tentatively. “I am not really feeling like a movie can we just take a walk?” Something was wrong.

“Um, yeah I guess.” Concern began growing in Vanessa’s mind. A cloud rolled in temporarily making the day slightly gray.  “Are you okay, sweetie?” Kevin gave a noncommittal nod and loosely grasped her offered hand and walked her to a table at the nearby outdoor seating area. “I am so happy today, can you believe it is almost over, we are almost out of this town and off on our own.” She strained to bring him to her previous state of mind as he sat down opposite her with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Look, there is no easy way to say this, but I need to be honest with you. Last night while I was out with Kim and Keiran I had a little to drink. Well I guess a lot. Anyway Kim and I kind of slept together.” Summer thunder cracked as the sky grew a sickly green. She was listening to him, but her mind was not part of her body anymore. “I wanted to just forget about it, but I realized that it wouldn’t have happened if for some reason I didn’t want it to. And the truth is, I think I have feeling for Kim. Actually I know I do.” Her heart stopped, she couldn’t breathe and the humidity in the air was making a kind of palpable smoke throughout. A single droplet of rain hit the concrete with a sizzle. “You deserve more than me. You deserve someone worthy of you. I wanted it to be me, but it’s not.” He reached for her hand.

Slowly Vanessa pulled away. She stood calmly and removed her necklace placing it in front of her. Turned around slowly and walked away as rain began to fall. He called after her and it echoed in the distance, but it was not real.  Nothing was real right now and she knew she had to get away. She needed to breathe and she couldn’t this close to him. Tears began to fall and the rain began shortly after. How could this happen? Why? There were questions, but she began to ran as lightning streaked across the sky. The ducked into a nearby ally as the sky opened up and let lose a torrent of rain that matched her now freely flowing tears. Huge racking sobs that threatened to consumer her took over and she fell to her knees.

“Hey pretty lady.” A voice broke the night and for a second she held out hope it was Kevin coming to tell her it was all a horribly ill-conceived joke. It wasn’t Kevin. Two men in hoodies baggie jeans were approaching. “Why are you crying? You are too pretty to cry. I think you need something to smile about.”

The previously quiet one lifted the front of his shirt and revealed the handle of a gun. Thunder boomed loud enough to shake the windows nearby and set off a car alarm. He smiled at her and she knew she had to get out of there. The only issue was she managed to walk into and ally with no exit and off the main road far enough that she wasn’t visible from the street. With the heavy rain and thunder she was not going to be heard. The only way out was through these two. The sweet talker opened his mouth once more and she nearly gagged thinking of his intentions.

“Why don’t you just calm down and I can make you smile and when I am done then you can help my friend here smile too? He has had a really bad day and could use a pretty thank like you to make him feel better.” They closed the distance and she was face to face with the quiet one with his gun now drawn. They other grabbed her wrists and pushed her against the wall. She bit his fingers on his left hand hard and spit at him.” The rain mixed with blood and trailed down her arm as his grip tightened. “Now I think we can find much better use of your mouth, don’t you.” He looked at his friend who smiled sadistically and slammed the butt of the gun against the side of her head. The world spun and she began to lose her vision. Her strength was gone and she could feel herself losing everything. With each rough movement and unloving caress she knew that her heart was bleeding. Her soul permanently ripped from her body. With each thrusting, painful penetration she lost more and more of herself. She was dying from the inside out.

They were laughing. Sometime in the middle she must have lost consciousness and when she came too they were finished. With a sick sense of concern they had pulled her panties back up and propped her up to a sitting position leaning against the side of the building. Blood and semen trailed from her and she began to gag. Just then Kevin cam around the corner he stopped then the two began to look like they weren’t backing away. Gun outstretched at him the two argued with him. He was allowed to come closer to her and he spoke to her, but there was no sound but her pulse pounding in her ears. He was crying and it was almost as repulsive as what was happening to her. Hail began to fall and stream rose from the ground. No one was going to hurt her. Kevin, these two disgusting being were just there to cause pain and she knew she was done hurting. Soon the hail began to sizzle and spark. Now no longer hail, but looking like specks of flame and ask flying around. There was no pain any more. People always told her that she was passionate, but they forgot that passion is not a positive or negative emotion it is a force. She was not passionate… She was passion.

The earth shook and cracked, fire rained from the sky. Her body was no longer sore and instead it was on fire. Her core was molten rock and she was out of control. The two that violated her were trapped within their own bodies cooking and burning while being torn apart by hurricane like winds. Tornadoes began to form and descend upon the city. Giant crevices and fissures appeared across the entire landscape the swallowed anything unfortunate enough to be nearby. She placed her hand against Kevin’s face and kissed him as his eyes ruptured and skin bubbled. Then the world exploded and her world went dark.

Vanessa awoke to pain and sorrow. The world around her was a wasteland where all she could here was the screaming and pain and she thought to herself that this is the way it had to be. It all had to burn so that people could be safe. Remade so that people like wanted to take and cause pain were no longer allowed to be. Passion was salvation and she was passion. She smiled and the sun shone through for a moment and a bird sang eager to please her. Her smile broadened and the summer was returning to the chaos around her. She decided then and there, that one thing she could guarantee was that there would be no more victims and Passion would see to that.

Its been crazy and I am sorry, but I am back

Hello everyone. Writing my book has been a nightmare that I have thoroughly loved. A lot has happened that I will post here soon, but in the meantime I have some random writing that I wanted to post. This is a short character intro for an up and coming project that I am building. If you like it, please let me know. Thank you all for your support. See you soon.

Reflex

[The street light are dark and no sound comes from anywhere near me. It’s as if the night just gave up and is waiting for morning to start its day over again. Cats, dogs, crickets, cars… nothing. I wonder what could prompt the world to just stop. The flickering street light above gives a slight buzz which lets me know that the world is still spinning, but just not anywhere around here. Something says run in my mind so I tense knowing that at any moment the peace of silence can be torn asunder by the malevolence of chaos.]

[My dark skin is starting to gain a glossy sheen as the perspiration sets in. The night wind against it causes an uneasy chill and makes me realize that something is coming. There is a sound… far away but coming closer. Headlights can be seen from a distance and a pop and cascade of sparks follows with each street light they pass. The sound is the roar of heavy motorcycle engines. My dad used to have one like these. A fat boy with a big noisy engine wasn’t the only sound there was also the screams of laughter and merriment that comes from joy in others pain and suffering. ]

[This is going to end bad… for them]

[You see I have this condition. It can be a mixed blessing. I call it a reflex. When I tense up I can still feel pain and heat, but I can receive no physical damage to my body and the sensation if very muted. That sweat that comes out my pores is actually something much different. I don’t what it is or why I am like this, but I know that when I can see something coming at me, then I have nothing to fear. Nothing. So far I have tested this on my own with nearly everything I can think of. Fists and feet, cars, bullets, fire, hell I even tried a 50 floor swan dive head first. I feel the impact, but there is no damage.]

[They are getting closer]

[It’s like an animal slipping out of its den and preparing to leap at a food source unfortunate enough to walk past not knowing how close to the edge of life it has wandered. I let my reflex cover my body, flowing freely and preparing for what is now inevitable.]

[They don’t realize it but these joy-riders have come to the end of their very short existence. I will try to keep them breathing, but that is up to them more than me. If they are smart when the first one drops they will run, but they don’t look particularly bright as most screech to a halt a half dozen think that circling me will get a different result. Their leader… a stupid mulatto brother missing too many teeth and way too many brain cells pull an aluminum baseball bat and cackles. I wish I could back down, since I know the outcome and walking away would make things easier, but I also know that part of me that relishes this opportunity to shine through. I wish I knew more about my life before I was adopted because then maybe I would understand why this poor bastard was at best going to be rolling his quadriplegic ass around for the rest of his miserable journey.]

[He charges and I hear it before it registers. CRACK with a slight CLANG knowing that they are very confused about what just happened. The bat is not a twisted mess and those that are less idiotic look scared, the truly stupid ones look angry. Casting the heap of aluminum aside I see at least two guns, one revolver and the other a small caliber automatic. I let my reflex encompass me and hold it all in. The TING of the ricochet and the accompanying scream lets me know that at least one of the shots found an unintended target.]

[Some run, so I guess they aren’t quite as stupid as I thought. The ugly one decides that since brute force hasn’t worked up until now, he should probably try the same damned thing and rides a distance away to get a nice fast charge going on. I never been hit by a motorcycle, so this might at least give me a new experience. I shake my hands at my side letting my reflex roll down my hands and drip into a long stream and then I contract my forearms forging a nice sharp blade. He guns it aiming straight for me and I casually stomp my feet down forcing a spike of a few feet to anchor me into the street preparing for the impact. I don’t move and he sees this as an open invitation. Just before impact I can see his eyes and as I shove a bladed fist out in front of me straight through the headlight of his hog, I can see terror and I know that I am going to have to let my reflex take this one at the very least.]

[I use the motorcycles momentum and force my other bladed hand alongside the first splitting it down the center and causing the gas tank to rupture. The explosion and fire wash over me along with the legs and lower abdomen of the rider. His upper half flies in the opposite direction and as the flames die down I can feel me walking towards him. He coughs blood, his compatriots no longer nearby as I most left on foot in a terrific hurry to escape similar fates. He looks at me with eyes of a child and I know what he is going to say. What are you? He sputters between gasps and wet gurgling choking sounds. “I feel my heart reach out to him in this moment to offer him peace knowing that he isn’t the only one thinking this. I wish I knew what I was… I reply shoving solid fist though his forehead.]

“I wish I knew…”

So this really stemmed from reading my boy Victor Dandridge's comic The Samaritan and I really enjoyed the noir feel, so i wanted to try a character intro in the first person. I think it went well and I hope you guys liked it. Rage ON!