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The Chocolate Box
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As you know, Jake didn't REALLY die in my last entry, that was ONLY to get Jack out of the dungeon....*glares at Jack*
This is the last section of chapter one, so the next part you'll be reading is chapter 2!!!...if I ever write it...
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He pulled his black cowboy hat down lower against the wind. Quite chilly out tonight. Tonight was one night that he wouldn’t mind being home. Safe and sound, sitting next to his toasty fireplace, petting his dog, and watching Alabama beat LSU. Why couldn’t he just listen to his commonsense when it screamed at him to stay home? A gust of wind tried to take his hat again and he pulled his black trench coat tighter around him. Sure, black was supposed to be what the bad guys wore, but it helped him blend in with the black night. And tonight, he didn’t want to be seen.
Jake couldn’t believe that two weeks had past since he got out of the hospital. Walking like nothing had happened to him. 365. That’s who Jordin Adams said he was. That was his name, his code, his creed.
He stiffened as he heard the revving of an engine approaching. This must be the man that he was waiting for. He slid his hand over the butt of his gun at his side. The guys down at DATA, a.k.a. the Department Against Terrorist Attacks, always gave him a hard time for wearing the brown leather holster from his grandpa, calling him old fashioned. But the sawed-off shotgun in the holster was anything but old fashioned. One of the perks of being part of the DATA.
Jake watched a sleek black Harley pull into view. Shutting off the key, the man took off a shiny black helmet and hooked it on the chrome handlebars as he stood and straightened his black leather jacket. He looked as tense and uneasy as Jake felt. Both of them knew the dangers of this meeting. Jake cleared is throat lightly and the man’s head whipped around and black eyes searched to find him in the shadows.
Ok...this majorly short story is to free Jack out of the Evil R.K.'s dungeon, and just for the record...Jake doesn't REALLY die...he is still my character...This is JUST to free Jack...lol
Jordin looked into Jake's eyes. This wasn't how it was suppose to be, they needed more time.
Blood leaked down Jake's chin and pooled to the floor. When did everything go so wrong?
Jordin touched his cheek. Love took her so much by surprise, it really shouldn't of, but the thing called love was a strange thing indeed. But now, Jake was going to die, and it was for real this time.
Jordin's heart broke and felt it crumble to pieces.
"Jake, you know I love you. I'll love you till I die."
"I love you." Jake's breathing slowed. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes." Jordin said through a tearful smile. "It would be my honor."
Jordin lowered her head, tears freely flowing now. Grief poured out, coursing down her cheeks.
"My Love." she whispered.
Jake's blue eyes closed for the last time with a slight smile on his face, dying with peace in his eyes.
Hey....Jane here...
I was wondering if I could get some help with a title for Jake...Any suggestions ...? PLEASE!?!?
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He pulled his black cowboy hat down lower against the wind. Quite chilly out tonight. Tonight was one night that he wouldn’t mind being home. Safe and sound. Sitting next to his toasty fireplace, petting his dog and watching Alabama beat LSU. Why couldn’t he just listen to his commonsense when it screamed at him to stay home? A gust of wind tried to take his hat again and he pulled his black trench coat tighter around him. Sure, black was supposed to be what the bad guys wore, but it helped him blend in with the night. And tonight, he didn’t want to be seen.
Ahem. A little bird told me that you have written more of Jake's story, and yet you do not post. This does not agree with the Inklings and they have suggested I threaten you! I do have in my possession various tortures that will handicap the writing hand and twist the brain so horribly, you will never again gain back any ideas for your story you might have cooked up. *evil laughter* Having already experienced my dungeons, I suggest you post more! I already have Jules in there, however, and we wouldn't want it to get crowded, now would we?
R.K.
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Yeah, so that was a pm sent to me by R.K. So posting was on my list of things to do..>_<
Oh, I wanted to ask if anyone thought it might be time to change to avatar...it's been the same for ages now.....I got the ok from Jack and she said to ask ya'll. Here is it~
And what does everyone think of maybe adding music to the sidebar? Just a thought....
And here is Jake...
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Jake blinked his eyes open.
Well, at least I made it to heaven. The angel that looked down at him made him forget the pain in his leg.
“How do you feel, Jake?”
The beautiful woman, she knows my name? Well, she is an angel…angels knew these things.
“Water.” He croaked out. There was water in heaven, right? At least he hoped so. He remembered something about crystal waters and such.
The angel reached for the pitcher of water on the nightstand. Then poured him a glass and helped him sit up.
Jake gulped the water, relishing the coolness going down his throat. Some spilt down his chin, but the angel took care of that.
“So,” Jake rasped, then cleared his throat and tried again. “What is your name? Angels have names right?” Wow, now there’s a new lame pick-up line.
“Angel, huh? If you say so.” The angel quirked an eyebrow and lifted a corner of her mouth.
“Do I know you?” Jake asked. The face looked familiar, like a distant dream. He felt certain that if he had seen this unearthly beautiful face before, he’d of remembered.
She just quirked her other brow and looked at him as is he should know the answer to that.
“Are all angels so mysterious?” he asked, aggravated. He hoped it wasn’t sacrilegious to get aggravated with an angel. That wouldn’t be good, to finally make it to heaven, only to get in trouble with the Father for angelic abuse. That would just be my luck. But the pain in his leg was intensifying more each moment. This can’t be right, there was no pain in heaven. That was one thing he did remember, his dad dying when he was 18. His mom’s way of consolation was that he wasn’t in pain. So if this wasn’t heaven, where was he? He wished he could remember everything.
“Am I dead?” he worked up the nerve to ask, dreading the answer.
The angel’s face lost all amusement.
“No, Jake. You didn’t die, but it was close…too close, 365.I wish I didn’t have to do this.”
She took out a little black remote and pressed a red button in the center.
Pain like a lightening bolt spread through out his neck making his back arch. Then he remembered everything. Then one moment later, he wished he was dead and didn’t remember.
Ok, I really need feedback on this. I don't think I like it, I might just ditch it and go a different direction....but don't let me influence you. ^_^
Jordin Adams brushed back her silky brown hair and sighed. She looked down at her clipboard then back at the man in the hospital bed. The report showed that his name was Jake Mesh, age 25 and had no next of kin on record. Even if he did have next of kin, she wouldn’t have contacted them. No, Jake Mesh was top secret.
Why they put a simple Peace Corps man on the mission was beyond her comprehension. He looked fit enough for the job, but did they think he could handle this kind of thing? He was doing well in his training though, he was their best man and did everything better than anyone else who they put to the test.
Jordin still couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong in the caves. Jake did exceptionally well though. He wasn’t supposed to get shot, but that was beyond their control. But the coldness? The caves didn’t even have an air conditioner. Though it should, considering how high tech it was. The coldness was unexplainable, and him also not knowing where he was, well that confused her even more. But the thing that left them all baffled was the “thing” that tried to get Jake. That wasn’t suppose to happen. Nothing was suppose to happen really. Just a quick “get in get out” type thing that certainly didn’t involve Rogers dying, Jake getting shot or the cave turning into an iceberg.
Rogers. He had been with the program since the beginning. Everyone was mourning his death. He was a good man. His life was to short, only 28. He was getting married next month. Was…. She was going to miss him so much.
Jordin felt her eyes water and she blinked them rapidly. A soft moan from the bed made her jump to her feet.
Good grief! Ya'll are some demanding people! Fine, I'll will post more...but only because there is nothing to do in the "dungeon" that R.K. threw me in. I would do one of my kung-foo moves on her...but then my "Prince Charming" wouldn't get the wonderful chance to save me, then what fun would that be? lol Anyway, to read the first part of Jake's story..goHERE
“Where are you?”
“I’m in a dark room with one door, the whole place is steel. I feel like I’m in a modern castle dungeon.”
“Whatever you do, don’t go out that door. It probably will not open though, so don’t even try it. Go to the wall east of the door and remove the second steel plate from the left, then pull the lever.”
Groaning with pain, he grabbed the wall and pulled himself up. Slices of white fire shot up his leg making him feel like he was about to past out. What a welcome relief that would be, he thought. But the numbing cold made his survival instincts come alive. He slung his gun around his back, drug his leg to the wall, and removed the plate that was heavier than it looked, then groped in the darkness for the lever. The wall immediately swung in revealing a long hall.
“The wall is open.”
“Good, now run.”
Jake almost rolled his eyes. Shot in the leg and nearly frozen, he was lucky he could walk. He started down the hallway, but stopped short. He turned and looked back at the body lying on the ground. What if he had a family? He was dressed in the same camo-pants and black shirt as Jake. He felt something for this man. Had they known each other long? Jake felt a sense of grief at the thought of loosing a friend, though he didn’t know who he was. He stumbled back to the man and knelt down beside him. He didn’t know if he could make it if he tried to carry him out. He looked down at his arms; he looked strong enough to do it. Well, more than strong enough, either he must workout immensely for the fun of it everyday or he was a wrestler. But the thought of putting any more pressure on his leg that felt as though it was about to explode made the cold go away for a moment. He didn’t know how, but he knew this man wouldn’t have left him behind.
He bit down on his bottom lip and lifted the man onto his shoulder. His breath escaped and pain came crashing through as he stood unsteadily on his good leg.
No pain, no pain, I feel no pain. The chant ran through his head as though he had been brainwashed. He stepped into the hallway and the voice in his ear said, “I have finally located your position. What are you doing on that side of the caves?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Rogers is with you? I haven’t been able to get him on his radio.”
Jake shifted the man on his shoulder, “Yeah, I guess he is.”
“Good, now take a right at the end of the hall.”
“It’s dark, can’t see a thing.”
“Ok, I’ll see if I can turn on the security lights. I don’t identify any dangerous activity around you, but the moment I do, be ready to be back in darkness.”
Jake took a right at the end of the hall. Caves? This didn’t look like a cave. More like an underground maze of steel corridors that you would see on an Xbox game. The air wasn’t quite so cold in the hall, but he could still see his breath come out in big clouds.
“Alright, go through this door coming up on the right. You are now in the western cave, coming onto an exit.”
An exit…an end to this nightmare. His breath was coming in hard now, the harder he breathed, the more the frigid air burned his throat and lungs.
“It’s so cold,” he whispered.
“It’s going to be ok, Jake. I’ll get you out. Hold on-...Jake pick up the speed, I’m getting some movement going on somewhere behind you.”
“I’m going as fast as I can.” Jake panted.
“Dude, you are barely crawling. You have to go faster, no telling what this thing is and you don’t want to find out.”
“How much farther to the exit?”
Jake could hear the anxiety in the voice.
“About 80 seconds at the rate you’re going, but this thing is moving faster than you and according to my surveillance, this thing is big.”
No fear, no fear, I feel no fear. Jake chanted through his head. He picked up the pace, half running, half hobbling.
“I see the door,” Jake choked out.
“Good, I’m going to half to turn out those lights though. It knows you are there. Hurry!”
Sweat from the struggle leaked down his back, but froze about midway into little drops of ice. One second later, Jake was plunged in darkness. Straight ahead, I will not alter my course.Perseverance, determination, willpower, purpose …I have all of that. I can make it.
Jake heard the stomping of heavy boots in the distance.
“20 seconds, you’re almost there man. Go faster!”
Jake heft Rogers into a better position so that he could reach his gun.
“15 seconds, he is gaining! Lighten your load. You can make it!” the voice almost shouted in his ear.
Jake grabbed the butt of his gun. He would not leave Rogers behind. The sound of steps were closer. He turned and opened fire. Sparks flew as the bullets rapidly ricocheted off the steel walls. He heard a yell but didn’t know if it was the voice or his attacker.
Jake stumbled, but didn’t cry out from the pain. There is no pain. Jake tried to run faster.
“10 seconds. This thing is almost on top of you.”
He turned and shot off another round. The shots echoed of the walls, ringing in Jake's numb head. I will make it.
“5 seconds, go, Jake, go!” the voice pleaded.
I will make it.
“3!”
At the same time Jake reach and opened the door, he heard a growl and felt a hand on his arm as he stumbled outside and rolled onto hot sand. Rogers going one way, and he the other. The door slammed behind him closing in his enemy, whoever he was.
Heat poured over his body like a wave. The sun warmed his frozen face. His whole body was numb; the only thing he felt was relief…and heat. It felt so good.
“You’re safe, Jake, you’re safe. You made it.” the voice in his ear whispered, “Well done.”
The gun was in his hand, but he didn’t remember shooting it. Then why did the person in front of him lay dead on the floor? He surveyed the body in front of him and searched for bullet holes and blood. Why was he holding a gun anyway? Why was he not panicking that there was a dead person in front of him?Did he cause this persons death?
Jake Mesh closed his eyes for not even two seconds before he whipped around to face the shadows. Was someone else in here? Where was here anyway? Why was here so icy cold? This coldness was the kind that seeped in through the skin and went farther than the bones. Maybe the coldness was affecting his thinking. Was that why he couldn’t remember who this person was, or what he was doing here, or if he was in danger? His brain felt so foggy, like icicles were forming in his head.
Jake looked down at the steel weapon in his hand. Instinct kicked in. He dropped down to a crouch and darted to the nearest, darkest corner, away from the lone light blub next to the only door in the room. Something felt on fire. Searing, hot pain. He looked down at his camouflage-cargo pants and saw red oozing down the side. He was shot. How could he not remember that? He untucked his black shirt from his pants and pulled it over his head. Stopping the bleeding was first on his mind. He wasn’t sure which was the fastest way to die, freezing to death or bleeding to death. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to find out.
Oh God, help me!
Where did that come from? Maybe he was a religious man. If so, he shouldn’t be afraid to die. Though it didn’t feel right to be afraid, it felt like he had been trained not to.
That didn’t stop him from jumping when a voice spoke directly in his ear.
“356 we have lost your location, please report,” a masculine voice demanded.
He darted his head from left to right. No one was there. Great, now he was hearing things. He wrapped his shirt around his leg tight enough for it to go numb and make him wish he hadn’t, that was when he knew it was tight enough. The room spun darker than it already was. Maybe he was getting delirious, maybe it was the dead body talking. But the dead didn’t talk, did it?
Looking over to the body, he looked at the man’s gray face for the first time. He felt like he should know this man who looked to be about his own age. A single shiver ran down Jake’s bare spine. This man was his friend. What was his name?
“356 we have lost your location, please report,” the same masculine voice repeated in his ear. “Jake? If you can hear me, please answer.”
Jake brought his hand to his face and felt hard plastic in his ear. Drawing it out, he stared at it for second. A slight remembrance of sticking it in his ear at some point earlier that day came back to him, recalling it to be some sort of communication device. Jake lightly cleared his throat, testing to see if his voice still worked, he answered, keeping his voice low.
“Hello?”
“Jake, where in the world are you! We lost your location and thought you were down.”
The voice sounded familiar. Where had he heard that voice?
“I don’t know where I am. Who are you?”
“Jake that’s not funny,” the voice warned.
“I’m so cold,” He was loosing more blood by the second.
“Cold? Jake its 102 degrees out-...Jake get out of there now.” the voice hardened. “If you want to live, get out.”
Jane could not believe her eyes. How on earth…? What was her journal doing at the bottom of this trunk? Bewildered, she drew it out and flipped through the pages. It was all there, nothing was missing, and all of her hopes and dreams and wishes were right were she had written them. Skipping to the last page she had written, which was a few hours before this confusion had all started; her eyes read what she had written.
‘I wish I had an adventure, I don’t care what kind. I just want something to happen. Things around here are so dull. To describe my idea of an adventure, someone interesting would come to stay at our boarding house. Then something dramatic would happen, the interesting and strange boarder would kidnap me and take me to his secret hideout under the Boarding House. Without him in site, I would find a trunk full fine clothes…Oh! I must go; Mama needs me to go down for supper.’
Jane read on. As she got towards the end of the entry, she realized that everything that she had written had happen! How could this be? She simply did not understand. How was she going to get home?
Jane reached inside the chest and pulled out a long white evening gown. She ran her hand down the beautiful, soft material. “Gorgeous” she whispered. She stood and held it up against her. It looked to be a perfect fit. Glancing around the room once more, she slipped the gown on, then walked to the mirror and twirled. A soft giggle escaped before she could stop herself. Yards of silky whiteness surrounded her, making her look elegant and refined, setting off her pale skin and dark hair. Going back to the trunk, she dug around, looking to see what else she might find. Jane pulled out a long strand of ivory pearls, hair clips and soft silk slippers. Whomever these things were for, she must have been very rich.Jane put on the slippers and pearls, then swept up her dark tresses with the little hair clips. Twirling back and forth in front of the mirror, she felt like she was a medieval princess. All giggles, she ran back to the trunk to see what else she might find. Upon reaching the bottom, she her hand flew to her mouth and she gasped. There at the bottom of the trunk, was her journal.
Jane felt dazed as she tried to open her eyes. Where was she? She had no clue where she was for surely this wasn’t in her house. Strangely, it felt like she was lying down on a cloud. Her eyes finally opened to a slit. Lined up against the stonewall were millions of candles of all shapes and sizes, casting shadows and making the windowless room look dark and masculine. Opening her eyes and looking around affirmed her suspicions that she was alone. How did she get here? Jane looked at what she was laying on in bewilderment. A large silver bed in the shape of a swan with red velvet cushions and pillows. Very soft indeed. Jane stood and walked over to a large mirror with thick gold edging. This was such a strange room. A mask with deep purple feathers coming out of the sides was hanging on the wall. On the other side of the room were two swords crisscrossed and right below it was a shiny shield with a dagger attached to the front. On the floor in a corner was a beautiful mahogany chest. Curious, Jane quietly walked over to it and knelt down in front of it. Lifting the heavy lid, she peeped inside. Leaning the lid against the stonewall she reached inside.
Jane felt her heart drop down to her toes, never in her life had she fainted, but she felt pretty close to it right now. The rough hand over her mouth loosened when she bit hard on it. A deep muffled groan escaped the lips of her captor and a whispery, pain-filled voice reached her ears. “If you don’t scream, I’ll let you go.”Jane jerked her head up and down, wanting to breathe again. She was shoved into a pitch-dark room across the hall and heard the door close behind her.
Jane waited to see if she was alone, but she could not see her own hand in front of her! She stood quietly for a second and could hear someone breathing besides herself. Immobile with fear, she waited, unmoving and motionless. She waited, but nothing happened. Jane lightly cleared her throat.It seemed that perhaps that was not the finest idea she had so far that night, when her vanquisher took two steps towards her. Jane tried to convince herself that now would not be a good time to faint.
Just wanted to say Happy Birthday to C.S. Lewis!! Today is her birthday and she is 21!! 0_0 I hope you have a good day! Love you!! 