Unpredicted

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 3 (v.1)

Submitted: December 14, 2011

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“Excuse me?”

“I believe you heard me, love

“I… how…”

I gawped as him whilst trying to control my breathing, my fingers gripping the arm of the couch like a lifeline. Then he smiled slowly at me. It wasn’t a nice smile. It was the smile of a predator who’s in sight of their prey and was about to pounce.

My breath was now coming in shallow pants and my palms were slick with sweat. My heart felt like it was about to break free of my ribcage. The world around me seemed to dissolve as my survival instincts kicked in and my body was torn between fight of flight.

Flight won. As I bolted from my seat the leather whined from the friction of my overheated body sliding against it. Time seemed to slow as I reached out with my hand for the doorknob- and collided with his stomach. 

I looked up to see his face, totally unreadable. His build, which looked slender and athletic upon meeting him, now looked like a daunting wall of imprisonment, barricading me from freedom. My panic escalated as I realised I didn’t see him move. One minute I was about to touch the door, then he was there - blocking me.

“Now, Scarlet, it really is rather rude trying to leave without even hearing me out.”

Tremors started to rack my body as he said my real name again. He grabbed my arm, his hand a vice around my wrist.

“Don’t worry, love, I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk.”

As I stared into his violet eyes I felt myself getting lost again – but this time I knew exactly what he was trying to so I pulled away more easily and took a deep breath.

“What are you?” I whispered – mostly to myself.

 “That’s for me to know.”

My brow furrowed as I looked at his nose – not daring to meet his gaze. My whole body tensed as I tried to pull my arm away but his grip never wavered. He gave a long suffering sigh and his shoulders sagged.

“Don’t be upset, Love, I know who you are but I’m not going to give you up.”

I snorted indelicately. “Yeah, right. I know what the price is on my head; it’s why I make sure no one discovers who I really am. Until you.” The last part was an accusation.

“Oh alright, I’ll explain everything, how I know who you really are and why I want your services. But I can’t do that if you run off never to be seen again.”

I considered his words and decided he was telling the truth. 

“Okay, fine. I’ll stay and hear you out but you have to promise me something.”

“And what might that be?” I could tell he was genuinely curious.

“Don’t try to glamour me again; if you want my help then I need all my focus on the job, not on trying to avoid your eyes.”

His mouth curled into a small smile and a dimple appeared on his right cheek.

“Alright, love, I won’t try to glamour you anymore. There’s no point anyway, you clearly aren’t susceptible.” He said the last part quietly and looked totally dumbfounded; as if I was an anomaly he couldn’t figure out.

I choose to ignore his last statement and would analyse it when I was safe in the confinements of my 2 bedroom apartment.

 “Okay then.” I sighed and as his grip eased off my arm I slipped away from him and made my way back to the couch. He promptly joined me and sat too close from comfort.

“I’ll start with what I need you to do for me. I have something I need you to fetch for me.”

The way he said it made me suspicious. He sounded too innocent.

“Okay…”

“And it’s in a place that you probably won’t want to venture.”

Now I was wary.

“Right…”

“And by going to this place you not only risk your life but…”

He trailed off and looked away from me. I noticed he was picking at his thumbnail nervously and this worried more than amused me. Jeremy Blake did not seem like the type to get nervous easily.

“But?”

“You risk your very soul.”

His nervous demeanour finally made sense as everything clicked into place. Why he would keep my secret rather than turn me over. Why he was so insistent I hear him out. Why he was now looking anywhere but at me. Because there was only one place on God’s green he could mean.

“No.” I said vehemently. I wouldn’t go there, not ever.

“Now, Love-“

“NO!” I roared. I stood up more than ready to leave but he grabbed me once more. Only this time I wasn’t afraid, I was enraged.  I kicked him in the shins and pounded against his chest. He was as solid as marble.

“I won’t go there, no matter what, you can’t make me!”

He let go of my arms and grabbed my fists. Then he hooked his foot behind my ankle and tripped me up, I landed on the couch with a thud and he fell with me and landed on top of me.

“Let me go!” I started to scream for help but he put his hand over my mouth. I bit him and he swore but didn’t move his hand.

“Listen to me, Listen Scarlet.” Hearing my birth name being spoken aloud was still unsettling and startled me into silence.

“You haven’t even heard all of what I have to say; don’t you want to know how I discovered who you really are?”

I did more than anything. But if the price of knowing how he found out about me was travelling to the Forest Of The Forgotten then I’d rather not know at all.

“Look I know what you want from me but I can’t go there and I won’t get what you want.”

“I know you can do it. You’re one of the few people alive that can.”

“And what makes you think that?”

He was still on top of me and my breath was coming in short pants. His eyes were locked with mine and I was waiting for him to attempt to glamour me again but instead he got off me and slid to the other end of the couch.

“I don’t think it, love, I know it. I’ve been watching you for the past while and I know you have the strength.”

What he wanted of me was impossible.

He wanted me to venture into the forest of the forgotten, a place so full of despair and anguish that any who dare journey into its depths have a next to no chance of getting out. It was the thing of nightmares. There is no written document of its location or even its existence, the tale is simply passed down through the generations.

  It’s not an ordinary forest.

It’s never daytime as the sun is too frightened to cast its rays on the repugnant land that the trees live on. The only weather that is brave enough to face the darkness is fog, it thrives on the aphotic atmosphere, and it enjoys it.

The trees aren’t green; they’re black as coal and are icy cold to the touch. And they whisper. They whisper sweet nothings in your ear to attract you and then they make promises that they’ll never keep but by the time you realise that it’ll be too late. They’ll say anything to persuade you to succumb. Because these trees don’t survive on water and sunlight - they long ago gave up hope that those entities would grace their presence - they survive on souls. They murmur and mutter your heart’s desire so you’ll make a bargain with them and feed them with your very essence. What they don’t tell you is that you can’t survive without your soul.

Not many people know this – not even witches – because they think if they can’t see it or feel it then it must not be important but it’s as essential as any major organ and without it your body would slowly shut down and die.

Your probably wondering why people would even consider travelling to a place like that. It’s rather simple really – greed. Legend has it that in the heart of the forest of the forgotten lays the Necklace. It has been giving many names over the centuries – The Oracle, The Death Charm, The Wishing pendant – every culture has its own legends but its worldwide name is just The Necklace.  

No one actually knows what it does or even what it looks like, everyone has their own beliefs but none can be proved. What is common knowledge is that it’s powerful, so powerful that thousands upon thousands of witches and mages have spent years trying to find the forest and claim the necklace – and its power – for their own. Many succeed in finding the forest but not because it’s easily discovered but because it wants them to find it. Not many make it past the first few trees but only the strongest of wills can resist their hearts desire – even if they know it will never happen the trees are convincing – and those who do eventually succumb to the desire to have what they want more than anything. Ironically there have been stories of witches who traded their soul for eternal life. 


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