L'obscurite pt.2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

As we go back to the story of James Aleks and Gealle Oceane, some dark secrets are revealed about James as Katie tries to tear them apart.


James Aleks opened his eyes. He didn't know exactly why, or how, he got to this place. All he knew was that he was holding a silenced gun, and that he was sneaking through a graveyard. This place seemed to stink of death. crack. He looked down; a small, weak twig had surrendered to his slender black combat boot. Something told him that he could not make these mistakes, it was his momentary goal to achieve utter and complete silence; he had to watch his step. He moved swiftly through the vertical stones all jutting upwards through the ground, each a monument to some person's last honor. James put his hand on one of the stones to catch his breath, as he was taking it slow, being more cautious than he had ever dared. Inching through, his leg muscles screamed in protest from being crouched in one position for hours. James froze immediately when he heard a noise...footsteps. Behind him. He spun around quickly, sacrificing silence for speed. No one. As he turned back around, a foot's heel plowed right into his face.

"AAAGGGHHH!" James woke violently, sitting up quickly with a large knife in his right hand, more like a small machete. Huh, He thought, another nightmare. James laid the knife down on the bed and ran his hands through his hair, brushing a stray lock out of his face with his left hand. He picked up the knife, the weapon he always stashed under his pillow... just in case. Putting the knife back under his pillow, James sat up with a loud groan and looked around. He looked around saw his black jeans hanging over a chair that he threw them on yesterday. He stood up from his bed and staggered to the restroom parallel to his room, with nothing but boxers on, and washed his face off in the sink. Slightly awake, he went back to his room and grabbed his jeans. James lived at a small studio apartment alone in the spacious city of Austin, TX, due to the fact that he hadn't seen his parents in 15 years, making him orphaned, so his nightmares would be the only ones waking him up in the mornings. He heard a knock on his door. Walking to answer it, he slammed his shin on a small coffee table in his path. Cursing loudly, he opened the door nearly screaming, "WHAT."

17-year old Gaelle Oceane stood at the door to James Alek's apartment, holding her bag, looking slightly offended by his rude tone. "Gaelle? What are you doing out here?" James said, rubbing his eyes. "I would answer, but a more important question is, what are you doing in there?" Gaelle answered, her green eyes going south. "Huh?" James said. He followed her eyes and realized a very embarrasing fact: he had on nothing but boxers. Covering his modesty with a crimson face, he creeped backwards slowly closing the door while saying, "5 minutes." James quickly showered, put on his jeans and an Oasis shirt(Champagne Supernova), and as he was walking to the door, he took care to step around that small, mischevious table that had made his shin throb. He opened his apartment door to a patient Gaelle. Wiping the sleep off his face briefly, he realized it was Saturday. "Once again," he said more kindly this time, "What are you doing here?" "Well," she said, adressing her feet, "I'm new to this city, and I figure you could give me a little tour of it." James looked around, taking in his free day from school AND "work", butwork was reallyjustJames helping out a nearby rich older man with errands and in return, the gentleman had paid James $600 dollars every two weeks. His eyeswent back to his visitor. Beauty and brains incarnate, Gaelle Oceane was a 17-year old foreign-exchange student from France. Wearing a cutoff jean-skirt/pink Depeche Mode t-shirt combo that fit her very well, she looked good. Not to mention her lips, colored a deep purple today with her red/black hair out in two curtains on her shoulders, and her piercing lime green eyes, which were flicking between him and the floor. "Oh...but I've known you for like, three days. And how did you find out where I live?" said James. "Well...", started Gaelle, "I know we've known each other for a short time, but you seem like a good person to have as a friend..." she looked at his face before also saying, "and I looked up Aleks on The Yellow Pages, and there are only a few Aleks in Austin. Don't you feel lucky?" She finished with a smile. He said, "Oh...okay. I wouldn't really don't know where to start, to tell you the truth..." Gaelle's eyes went down, as she said, "Oh, okay, guess I'll see you at school, then..." she started walking away. "..But, I can show you some interesting things around town, I suppose," he said, hating that dissapointed look for some reason on her face. She turned around, a wide smile on her face already.

Gaelle waited for James while he locked his door. He turned and and she noticed a mailbox next to his door. "Aren't you going to check that?" she said, inquiring the mailbox. "No, not that important, I'll check it after I get back." he said, as he started after her. They both walked down some stairs, and down a hallway as they exited his complex into a large parking lot. Gaelle looked around saw a couple walking hand in hand crossing the street about a block away. She then turned to James and and wrapped her arm around his, in a "couple" sort of way. She could feel James' body stiffening as he said, "Uh, what are you doing?" "Well," she started, "Most people in France are, how you say, the happy, loving type? It is not uncommon to walk arm-in-arm down the street." This was a lie for two reasons: One was that Gaelle wanted to think that they were together, so no one would be tempted to hit on her, as it had already happened twice this morning("Hey, can I buy you a coffee?" and "What's a pretty little thing like you doing all by your lonesome?"....Yuck...), and because...as soon as she made contact with him...it was justlike the first time they met; It just felt right. They were walking, arm in arm, and Gaelle unconciously turned and looked at James' face, but what she saw...she saw pain in his dark eyes, cleverly shadowed by a default bravado. "I'll take a self portrait, if you like my face so much," James said with the ghost of a smirk, not even looking sideways. Gaelle's face quickly turned bright red, and she looked forward quickly....to see that that blond girl that James waved off in the lunch hall was now walking towards them.

Gaelle tried to be nice by saying, "Hello." with a smile and a kind half-wave. No use. Before she knew it, the girl with ugly red hair extensions had squeezed between her and James and now taken her place on his arm. Looking at his face, without even confirming a shoved Gaelle's existance, the girl said to James, "Hey, let's go somewhere," with a perfect smile. Gaelle actually saw her face up close for the fist time: she was beautiful. She had a gymnast's body, light skin, a short shirt and even shorter skirt, blue eyes, long lashes, her horrible hair in a moderately attractive ponytail, high heels, straight teeth,...(which made Gaelle unconciously touch one of her canines that was slightly off-center) she was perfect. Gealle looked at James, who looked surpisingly calm. In one smooth motion, he ripped his arm from her grasp, surprising her, making her trip backwards slightly and break one heel. Gaelle instinctively returned beside him, her arm slipping fast under his. He looked at her, immediately surprised. Bracing herself for some force, she started to loosen her grip, but she was so grateful, and awed at the small thing he did. He shook his head slightly with a smile, and gently tightened his arm over hers. The girl looked at them both, eyes and mouth open. Her shock was short however, as she quickly composed herself, smiled again at James, and said, "Here." She took a piece of paper out of her pocket, a pen, and wrote down something, as he had never pushed her away. "Call me," she said, handing it to James, not even sparing a glance at Gaelle, as she took care to whisper "bitch" as she passed. As James and Gaelle walked on, he threw the paper over his shoulder.

As they were walking along, Gaelle asked, "What is fun to do in this town?" "Hmm..." James couldn't help but wonder how much his own, and Gaelle's ideas of "fun" differed. They were walking down the sidewalk, and James thought hard for a minute about what Gaelle would like. French things? Girly, artful, French things? As James was thinking too hard to realize it, they were nearing a famous part of Austin called 6th Street. Wow, he thought, shakenimmediately from his trance.No matter how long he had lived in this city, this part of it, at nightfall, still captivated him. It was like something that kept its magic, besides the fucked-up things that happened to it and in it. "Oooh, let's go there!" Gaelle grabbed his hand, and led him into a nearby coffee shop that was blasting The Killers music from inside. It wasnamed, "Halcyon"and ithonestly looked more like a bar that a coffee shop, but it had a quiet and calm ambience, which James enjoyed. James looked around the bar/cafe and it, in his opinion...was pretty damn cool. The whole place was pretty bohemian, with randompictures on the walls, and it had dim lighting, along with a patio for those who wanted to watch the terrible traffic in progress. The bar itself had the same colorful slew of different liquors, wines, and large labeled handles for beers. The woman behind the bar looked in her 20s, witha slender frame, blond, short, teased hair, pink glasses, and a black shirt on thatfell below her waist, which was good, as she seemed to have nothing in bottomsbut greentights on her legs. James walked up to counter, and before he said anything, the woman behind the counter said, "Don't tell me-Engaged." while looking eargerly at Gaelle with a large smile. Gaelle looked confused for a minute, then followed the woman's sightline all the way to where her ownarm was around James'. With a nervous smile, she whipped her arm back and said furtively, "We're just friends." As James fought back the urge to laugh, he looked at the chalkboard menu strung up by black wires. "I'll take...one Vanilla Chai Tea." The woman looked at him like he had just admitted to her that he was taking ballet training for a split second, then busted out laughing. After three long and painfully awkward minutes of nothing but some random indie rock music playing, and the woman's high, annoying laughter in the cafe, James retained a stony cold look. Waving her face, now streaked with mascara due to the tears streaming down her smiling face, she looked at James, regaining a straight stance. "Ooh...Whoo! Oh my God, you're serious," The woman then turned her head andsaid, "Shit, Dan, my makeup's all fucked up, can you take this-" she spared aglance at James' livid face, daring not to laugh, "-this sensitive gentleman, and his girlfrie-, I mean good friend's order while I wash up?""Sure thing, Liz," came a gruffvoice with a British tinge from the back, towards a door behind the bar. Liz walked out from the counter and passed James, chuckling as she walked to the back, probably to the restrooms. In her place behind the counter stood a man who was thin, muscular, covered in tattoos, and had on a black t-shirt with matching black jeans. "So, mate, what can I get ya? And something for thepretty bird, too," he added, inclining his head lightly in Gaelle's direction, smiling kindly at her. She smiled back, retrying the gesture back to Dan, but tripping herself up slightly. Ignoring it, James said again, "One Vanilla Chai, please. And for you..." James turned to Gaelle, was studying the menu with narrowed eyes. As he had apperently caught her off guard, she jumped slightly, making a quick smile at him and then turned to Dan and said, "I will have the same. As James," "Okay...2 Vanill Chais.. that'll be 4.75." James handed him a 5, and said, "Keep the change." "Thanks, mate," replied Dan, and he cast a quick glimpse at the cafe, then said, "You can sit there," pointing at a booth where there was a wall of small, camera photos, probably taken by customers. Or the staff. Either way, James and Gaelle both sat down with their drinks. James put both of his hands on the table and felt a groove cut into the wood. Helooked down and saw the initials "L.F.M." carved into it...L.F.M....that seemed to familiar to him. "What are you thinking of?" "Huh-What?" James, slightly caught off-guard, turned and looked at Gaelle.

James looked at Gaelle for a moment, unfocused, then said, "Someone I used to know..." Gaelle looked at his face. Really looked. That sad look she saw earlier returned briefly. Then he turned to her and said, "What are YOU thinking about?" He smiled while saying it, and she said, "France,"with a largegrin.The next hours went by, the minutes feeling like secondsas they sippedtheir teas, talking about endless topics, from school, to France, to America, to Texas, to makeup, to cologne. Dan walked by their table, and said,"5 minutes 'till closing time, lovebirds," with a chuckle. "What time is it?" said James. "8:55, mate." "Shit, it's already that late? I gotta get home!"

As James was walking with Gaelle back to his apartment, he realized that he hadn't really shown her anything, save The Halcyon. "I'm sorry that we just walked," James said, embarrased. "And that I never really showed you Austin, except for the coffee shop." "It's fine, it was plenty interesting anyway, and that Chai drink was delightful." Gaelle said, with a smirk. It took them a little while to get back to his apartment. When James approached his door, he turned around to a eager Gaelle. He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him. "Look in your mailbox." He was a little stunned by her forwardness, and it must have showed, because Gaelle said with a pink face(which James was starting to find cute) "You said you would check when you got back." She started down the stairs, and he said, "Wait! Where do you live." She looked at him for a few minutes before answering. "A block that way," she pointed East. "Who'd have figured that I live so close to you after searching for so long...See you at school on Monday!" she finished as she walked down the stairs and left.

James looked at the only letter that was in his mailbox as he sat down on his couch, in his living room. The font on it looked elegant, like it was small brushstrokes instead of words. It said: "To a Mr. James Aleks/ From Ongrii Aleks"....'ONGRII ALEKS?!? ANOTHER ALEKS?', he thought as he ripped it open. He saw a piece of paper, and a photograph. He read the paper first:"Remeber this?" He looked at the photograph and fear flooded through him, and the room got a lot colder; it was a sideways phothgraph of himself crouching behind a tombstone in a cemetary holding a silenced gun.


Submitted: April 18, 2012

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