The Bridge Between (My NaNo Novel)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

by: _Andreea_
Author's Note

Hi there world! How are you today? I FINALLY started writing on my NaNoWriMo novel, having been putting it off for the past 4 days. So now I have to write double as much for a while to catch up, but I'm still going to win this!! world explodes

So anyway, I haven't been on Quibblo for SUCH a long time - much less posted a story or something. I'm guessing like half of the people on my friends list forgot I existed and the other half got out their handkerchiefs and dabbed their eyes out for old times sake - especially those who have known me for the enitre 2 years I've been on here, you BETTER be walking around eyeless!!!! And yes, though it shames me to admit it, I missed my two-year Quibblo anniversary (Oct.30).... again. I'm a horrible Quibblonian...

But enough with the depressing talk. I now present you with my work of art... THE BRIDGE BETWEEN!! Do excuse the awful beginning, I just sort of slopped through that to that I could get to the good part. I'll probably go back and completely rewrite it when NaNoWriMo ends. Dang, this Author's Note is long. I'm probably boring you already and the story hasn't even started. Well then, enjoy :)

Andreea

The pounding on the door disturbed the peace of the silent night, jolting me awake. I sat up in bed, squinting into the darkness of my room, trying to decide if the noise had been a dream or reality. It was only when I heard the loud rumble of my father’s voice that I realized something was wrong. Slipping out of bed, I felt my way to the door of my room and inched it open, peering out into the lit hallway.

“You have no right to be here. Please leave,” my father spoke in a controlled voice, straining to lower its volume as to not wake any neighbors.

“I’m afraid, Mr. Flynn, that we have all rights to be here.”

The voice replying was that of a woman, high and clear. I pushed the door open further, trying to see what was happening. My father, his hair still messy from sleep, stood face to face with a fancy woman clad in a black blazer and matching knee-length skirt, her brown hair pulled into a perfect bun. Behind her stood two men, each easily three times her width – so big that they would’ve had trouble coming into our apartment, which explained why they remained in the outer hallway. The woman, though, walked right by my father and into our home, checking something on a clipboard, which she carried under her arm. As she looked up, her eyes landed on me and she smiled coldly.

“Aithne Flynn, I presume?”

Dazed, I nodded, wondering if I was still half asleep. I glanced at my father, who looked positively furious.

“Look, lady, I don’t know who you are, but if you don’t leave, I’ll call the police,” he growled, folding his hands across his chest. The men outside our door mimicked him, looking twice as scary.

“Oh, but that would be unnecessary. As I have said before, we have the right to be here,” she smiled again, the grin not reaching her eyes. She flipped through some papers on her clipboard, tugging a few loose from the pile and waving them at my father in a dignified manner. He grabbed them out of her hand and scowled, scanning over them. Before he could finish, the woman suddenly turned towards me. Under any other circumstances, I would’ve felt self-conscious of my bunny pajamas, but appearing this way in front of a stranger somehow didn’t seem like my biggest problem at the moment.

“Hello there, my name is Stephanie Hall,” the woman held out her hand to shake. I grabbed it hesitantly, surprised by how cold it felt.

“Aithne,” I replied automatically with my name, then felt stupid since she obviously knew it already.

“Nice to meet you. You see Aithne, I work for the government, and I need you to come with me.”

I blinked. What had she just said? Why did I have to go with her? Did they think my father beat me or something? That wasn’t true! Who had told them that? “I’m fine though,” I said allowed.

The woman’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, but she forced out a fake laugh. “I never said you weren’t, honey.”

“But then why would I have to go with you?” I asked, taking a step back into the comforting darkness of my room.

“Ah, that’s confidential. But if you keep it a secret, I’ll give you a hint. It’s because you have a special talent that not many have.”

I had a special talent? I wasn’t aware that I even had a normal one, but I wasn’t about to argue with someone who worked for the government.

“Come along now,” she waved me on impatiently.

I shook my head. “No thank you. I think I’d rather stay with Dad.”

“I think she’d rather stay here too,” my father said, having finished reading the papers. She crumpled them up and threw them into a corner, his face a dangerous purple-red of fury. “Look here, I don’t care about all these authorizations. Nothing, nothing, gives you the right to take my only daughter away. I will not allow you to do this.”

“I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter,” the woman snapped. “I tried to do this the civilized way, but I’m losing my patience with you.”

This was apparently a cue for one of the man outside to squeeze in the doorway – a feat I would have otherwise applauded – and seize my father.

“What the–” Dad began, but the man gagged him with a cloth. I screamed and turned to run, but the woman grabbed my arm with unexpected strength. Before I could pull away, the second guard – who practically tore our door off of its hinges trying to get in – pushed me against the way of the hall as if I weighed nothing. Miss Hall sighed, as if I was somehow disappointing her, and tested a small syringe, making it squirt in the air. I shrieked as she leaned over me, pushing the needle into my bare arm. The last thing I saw was my father, struggling to pull away from a guard twice his size.

***

I was lying on something soft and moist, like damp earth right after it had rained. It did rather smell like rain as well. I opened my eyes, then groaned against the bright sunlight which hit my face. My head pounded with pain and my body felt numb, but I had a feeling I shouldn’t be lying around. I forced my eyes open again, squinting to make out lush greenery and colorful plants hanging down from sunlit trees. Above me hung a long, blue fruit looking thing, some sort of wasps crowded hear a hole in its center, sucking out its nectar.

I struggled to sit up, beads of sweat forming on my forehead from both the almost palpable head and the intense pain which jarred through me. Where was I? What had happened? Try to remember though I might, the last thing in my memory was hazy image of my apartment. I knew for sure I wasn’t there now. So where had that woman, Stephanie Hall, brought me? I couldn’t tell simply by looking around me, as everything seemed the same. Leaning against the thick, sturdy trunk of a tree, I clutched me head, trying to make sense of what was happening. I had been sleeping, woken up, and gotten kidnapped. I must’ve been dropped of here for some reason. It felt surreal, as if I was still half asleep. Everything had happened so fast I hadn’t even had time to feel properly scared. Perhaps this was still a dream, one I would soon wake up from. The pain in my head said otherwise.

A bird chirped somewhere above me, and I raised my eyes to see a flock of the winged creatures fly off from a nearby bush. They seemed normal, save for their bright blue color, until I realized they each had four wings. They beat in an odd rhythm, the left front and back right going up and the same time the left back and right front would go up, as if waves on the ocean. I rubbed my eyes, unsure if whatever sedative I had been given was playing tricks on my eyes, but before I could examine them more closely, they were gone. I looked once more at the strange blue fruit, then pulled myself up and staggered to the edge of the clearing. The foliage above me was too thick to see the sky, but the sunlight streaming unperturbed through the dark green leaves told me it was daytime. I had to somehow get out of this forest and find a phone to contact my father.

I made a slow progress through the thick underbrush, the sleeves of my bunny pajamas – which the kidnappers had not had the decency of replacing with something more comfortable before deciding to drop me off in some God-knows-where rainforest – kept getting snagged on high thorns or low-lying branches. My legs, still numb from the drug, refused to raise high enough to step over most of the bushed, so I had to find other ways around it. By the time the sunlight began fading, I still hadn’t found any signs of civilization and my bare feet were scratched bloody. The birds from earlier in the day had been the only animals I had seen during the entire time I had been trekking through the impossible forest, unless I counted the occasional wasp, which I tried to avoid. Now, my heart sped up at the thought of wolves or bears – though this didn’t seem like the type of forest they would live in. I was quite sure by now that I was in some type of rainforest, which meant I was quite a ways away from home. As the darkness continued to fall, increasingly fast, I missed my father more than ever.

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