Thinker

Mira's Gone. It's Anna Now. (Heartless and Thinker)

I don't know for sure what you have planned. But I think they should be leaving the motel room soon. Surely the noise of things breaking hadn't gone unnoticed.

Mira's Gone. It's Anna Now. (Heartless and Thinker)

Vince grinned at her knowing she spoke the truth about not wanting to hurt him. They were best friend with romance included, which only made the relationship to him sweeter.
His smile faded, the look of concern and acceptance replaced it. He mopped up some tears as she started baring her heart. His eyebrows shot up. Killed them? She destroyed the people that enjoyed spreading terror and shame upon them both? Anna did it for him. He scooted closer a few inches as she told him about Christine. The one who, before he met Anna had pulled his swimming trunks down around his ankles at a public and very full pool. That same Christine that never let him forget the tears he had shed at that moment when he had been so rudely exposed to most of the people in his world.

“She got what she deserved,” he said barely above a whisper. His own anger echoed by the fact that girl was determined to make their lives hell and enjoyed it on a daily bases. Those people who had taken high school and their self-appointed popularity to a twisted level as if someday they would not all leave the place and join the real world. They were heartless, cruel and deserved what they had received.

“What?” Vince exclaimed straightening. Then forced his mouth shut to let her finish her tale about her mother. He threw his arms around her, pulling her out of her curled state and encouraged to wrap herself around him instead. “You are not a monster, Anna. You are not. They were. All of them,” his voice cracked with emotion at his declaration. “They didn’t help us. They turned their back on us. They are the monsters, Anna. Them. Not you.”
It was them against the world, and it was like that even now. He hated them that sentiment pooled his soul so deeply and darkly he didn’t care notice his jeans turning black. He had to protect his Anna from them, he would. He would destroy them if they tried to hurt her again. He would do what he had to in order to keep her safe. He held her for some time, letting her have her cry as he silently cursed the world.

When her sobbing had calmed, he didn’t stop comforting her by his soft caresses and butterfly kisses. He tightened his grip on her for a moment taking in a breath, his hip and back aching from the position he had forced them into. “I know you hadn’t eaten since this whole thing begun,” he said softly. “I would go and buy you food, but I don’t think I can physically. I will go with you. Always. I insist you getting something to eat. I bet it will make you feel better.” He shifted his leg. “And something to fix that wound. I’ll tend to that. Then we should leave this place. Go somewhere nice, just the two of us. The beach or maybe the mountains.”

Mira's Gone. It's Anna Now. (Heartless and Thinker)

“Montrero,” he said slowly testing the name on his tongue. He had no clue if it was just a hiccup on the side of a road or an actual town. He had not been away from his small radius of school, Mira-Anna’s and his own house. He sat up like someone poked him in the back with a sharp object. “Six hours? Damn girl, you could be a truck driver if you keep that up.” His brow knitted in thought. “But beware of the black dog.” He made the last two words as creepy sounding as possible wiggling his fingers. He was pretty sure she hadn’t seen that movie and wouldn’t understand the context of the statement.

Vince’s head tilted to the side when she plopped on the bed causing him to bounce slightly. He giggled softly. His smile faded at the question, his eyes dropped to his hands. What did he remember? He remembered blood dumped on his rented tux. Yea, he wasn’t getting his deposit back. He raked a hand through his hair, which stopped at the place where the bucket had collided with his head. There was no bump or tender spot. Odd.

The laughter from the crowd and his best friend screaming, distant like a movie. He had seen the video online and had reported it to the site manager in hopes they would be smart enough to remove it. He never checked back to see if they had. He planned to sue if they were still allowing people to see it. “I saw colors weaving and flowing around me, in me and through me,” he touched his chest. “All I could hear was rage, like roaring of a thousand tigers. It was so loud, but it didn’t hurt.” His gaze flipped to her face. “You would never hurt me Anna. Never.” He rolled on his back and peered at the ceiling for a moment his hands resting on his stomach. “Then it was all quiet, I stood up and my tux didn’t come with me.” He let out a strangled laugh, which deepen into a more cheerful sound. “Then I had you in my arms and you were unlocking the door. Then,” he inhaled a deep breath and let it out noisily. “I was standing in the middle of the street, you were at your door and went inside.” He smiled at her, a mischievous smile spread on his lips, rolling on his side his hand propping up his head. “Then I chased you and feel asleep in the back seat.” His finger traced her jaw line. “So, I guess I don’t remember what happened after the stage. Do you want to talk about it? I am here. I have always listened, nothing’s changed in that department.”

Vince brushed some hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “You know that right?” He scooted a little closer to her resting a hand on her side near her hip. “I am your bo—“ He almost said the committed boyfriend word. He didn’t want to scare her or cause a fight. They had never really officially declared anything between them. “Best friend. Forever.” He would marry her in a heartbeat. Always felt that way in the back of his mind. But he didn’t want to ruin the special bond they had with the topic he was too frightened to even voice. What they shared in that classroom was something he would always treasure. Their first time, giving themselves to each other in such a way. Never in a thousand years did he dream he would have done that at the prom.

Mira's Gone. It's Anna Now. (Heartless and Thinker)

Sweet. I had to go to work anyway.

Mira's Gone. It's Anna Now. (Heartless and Thinker)

Vince was started by her outburst, his head cocked to the side as he considered the name change. He didn’t like it, she didn’t ‘look’ like an Anna to him. She was Mira, she would always be no matter what. The spike of not so good feeling power snapped through him when she expressed herself that time, he simply nodded in agreement. She wanted to be called that he would to make her happy. “Anna it is then,” he whispered. It would take a lot to remember her name and he repeated several times in his mind like a little train. “Doesn’t matter what I call you, you are still mine.” He flashed her that teasing unsure smile of his.

Vince wrapped himself around her. “That’s fair,” he said in all seriousness. “We all know what happened in choir when my voice started breaking.” He turned his face into her hair and giggled. Then gave an overly cracked note ending with a cough. “Man, puberty was harsh.”

His fingers slipped over her hair breathing in the calming state of her emotions, watching his short sleeve reflecting those colors. “I will not leave you,” he promised. He couldn’t physically leave her. He wasn’t sure if he should tell her about that whole car chase thing. That freakish pull that didn’t let the two separate. He chalked it down for another time. She was calm now, he didn’t want to chance upsetting her. He kissed where ever he could reach several times and held her tightly for a moment before relaxing. “Trust me, M…Anna. My beautiful Anna, my schedule is clear. I am all yours.”

He thought a moment that he should call his parents. What would he say? How would he explain a situation he wasn’t totally sure of? Could he even use a phone? He was a being of energy, of Anna’s energy, more or less bring more interference into a call then be helpful. A letter, he thought suddenly. He could use a pen and scribble something down. That looped him back to his original question. What would he say?

Another notion wormed into his mind. Did he have to eat? He wasn’t hungry. All these things he was used to doing before were called into question. He let out a breath and kissed Anna again. He would figure it out.

“I am glad I am here with you too,” he stated in all honesty. It was the only place he truly wanted to be. “I promise with everything in me that I will stay at your side. I will always be close, always.” He wanted to call her a pet name, people in relationships always had something to call each other. That would normally make him roll his eyes. But he wanted something special for her. Like Boo or Cutie, nothing sappy like Princess. Anna would more than likely pop him in the nose. He snuggled a bit closer to her if all possible letting his mind just wandered as he caressed her hair and shoulders. He was pinned in this moment and he wasn’t going to let her go until she wanted to leave. “Where are we anyway?”

Mira's Gone. It's Anna Now. (Heartless and Thinker)

Vince smile as his best friend peered at him, the familiar gesture made all the weirdness happened to him disappear. He moved his hand toward her searching fingertips. Then he was caught in a bear hug, he laughed his joy and returned the gesture. “I am here. I am here,” was all he could say, unmanly tears stung his eyes. The hug ended faster than he would have liked. He was itching to cuddle with her for a while and just forget for a few moments longer. Confusion sobered him. “I never died.” All that happened in the school was foggy, he just remembered reaching the door with Mira in his arms, she had unlocked it and then everything was blank again until they were at her house. He had to have been on autopilot or something.

She started noticing the things about him he had not yet, he glanced at his clothing that brought such a funny expression to Mira. He jerked when everything was in motion again, he glanced around trying not to show his fear. He had not learned all what he could and could not do in this new state of being. Death he escaped once, but he wasn’t ready to face that monster yet. He pushed that out of his mind, Mira was not yet out of danger. The power was building.

He crawled toward her as she started folding in on herself, her powers wild and thick giving him more strength. He had no idea what she was talking about. What deaths? He grabbed her hands forcing her to stop tearing her skin. “Mira look at me,” he ordered sternly but tenderly. “Look at me. I ran after your car. I wasn’t winded,” he laughed with the pure delight of what that statement meant. If his father saw that, he would think the man would be impressed. His dad would find something wrong with his form or something stupid. “I was like the freaking terminator!” He caused his features to go completely serious as he dropped her hands and pumped his arms like the actor had done in the chase scene. “It was awesome.”

He leaned toward her his lips close to her ear. “I love you.” He kissed her cheek, then leaned back. “Just promise me under no circumstances will you start singing that song in that movie,” he paused snapping his fingers to help bring it forth. “You know the one where the two were flying on a magic carpet.” He rarely forgot movies, they were his escape when he was not with her. “Aladdin.” He pointed his finger at her. “That’s it.” He patted his hand on the mattress. “This is far too lumpy to be a magic carpet don’t you think?” He winked, then giggled. He fell onto his side laughing at his lame joke, it was part of his personality people either loved or hated.

Mira's Gone. It's Anna Now. (Heartless and Thinker)

Vince floated between reality and a void of pure energy that connected directly to Mira’s soul. It was quiet, soft and shimmered with soft hues of colors. His jeans and t-shirt reflected the calmer yet confused state she was in. He heard a rumble of a car, he turned to find a mini wagon inches from him. Vincent threw up his arms to protect his head, the mother fighting with her teenage son and the little girl dressed in a soccer outfit and pigtails brushed passed him. He staggered when the van finished driving through him. Through him?!

His hands drifted over his chest and stomach turning in circles trying to make sense of just had happened. He backed toward Mira’s house passing through a sapling and he cried out jumping away from the tree. “What is happening?” He had a solid hold on the ground under his feet, he didn't pass through that. Everything else was fair game to his strange new ability.

He called to a woman walking a little dog, she either couldn’t see him or was choosing to ignore the frantic teenager. Her dog, however, barked rapidly at him like a little machine gun. "I hate dogs."

Smoke billowed from the house as Mira peeled out of the driveway in her mother’s car. “Where are you...?” Once the car reached an apex distance he was yanked after the car. He kept phasing through objects and people in his path, he kept screaming and covering his face every time for the first few blocks. He started running and laughed feeling like the Terminator in that movie. He jumped, his sneakers hit the back of the car and he slipped into the trunk. Growling, he clawed through the back seat and stabilized himself to sit behind his girlfriend.

Vince tried to talk to Mira, in her determined and panicked state she would not hear him. Perplexed, Vince leaned back on the seat and drifted to sleep. His body shimmered and vanished from sight.

Vincent opened his pale eyes blinking rapidly at the strange place he found himself, the color of his clothes were two tones of reds reflecting her fear. His pale eyes landed upon Mira, in her terrified state the room was being torn apart. He didn’t see anything that terrorized her, he vaulted onto the floating mattress with inhuman agility and crawled toward her. Things passed through him that was orbiting the top of the mattress. Slowly he put his hands on her back, praying he wouldn’t pass through her. They rested upon her warm back, the physical touch brought knowledge of her rapid heartbeat and mind reeling from haunting memories. “I am here,” he said, settling beside her. He stroked her long hair and caressed her back. “Mira,” he kissed her tear stained cheek and planted another on her neck.

She seemed unwilling to snap out of her state. He thought for a moment, his hand never stopping the movement. They had gone out for ice cream on more than one occasion when one or both had a really hard day. “I am in the mood for some mint chocolate ice cream,” he whispered in her ear. It was his favorite, though after eating it he would get stomach cramps from the dairy. He endured it. He would endure anything to spend time with her.

Mira's Gone. It's Anna Now. (Heartless and Thinker)

Name: Vincent Gale Fritz (yea his parents hate him)
Age: 19
Bio: Vince grew up with a high school football star turned accountant father and his cheerleader wife, constantly lived in his glory days. He was continually pushed into sport activities, he was not able to play sports with his asthma. Danny simply hated the whole idea of wearing skin tight clothes and running around on the field. He clung to Mira the moment they bumped into each other in the first day of school.

Mira was the only person that seemed to understand his struggles at home. She let him be who he really was, only she saw that side of him. Over the course of their friendship he started noticing strange things happening when Mira was around and only when she was around. He had first thought he had moved an object, to his great disappointment he could not duplicate. He concluded it happened only around his best friend.

At the night of his prom, his Dad let him borrow the car and gave him a package of condoms and told him not to home until they were used. Said that maybe that would ‘man’ him up. He was completely embarrassed and was keenly aware of the package stuffed in his pocket. He would simply die if Mira found out like he was planning to take advantage of her. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

Mira looked like a princess in the gown she had made. He felt like a prince escorting the most beautiful woman to the prom. The slow dance was magical for him and he was so caught up in all the glamour around them, he kissed his best friend. His eyebrows shot up when bulbs mysteriously burst. He couldn’t believe she took him down the hall and confided in him about what she could do. He accepted her, he always did. He loved her deeply. They moved their relationship to a new level in that classroom. He turned different shades of embarrassed when he brought out the package of condoms and stumbled to explain why he had them.

Utterly confused that the least likely couple was chosen for the king and queen, he followed Mira up to the stage and the kiss announce their new couple hood in front of the whole class. He was in heaven for a brief moment.

The blood smelt really gross and he backed away trying not to vomit on his girlfriend’s now ruined dress. The bucket slammed against his head and he dropped like a stone to the floor. The laughter and the images on the screen snapped Mira and he felt it. It was like a punch to his soul. Everything was alive the whole room was marred by the unseen powers cascading from Mira. Her rage sparked through him yanking his body into a strange flux.

After what seemed like hours, he peeled himself off the floor. He was naked, his tux left behind on the floor where he had fallen. He had carried her to her house and disappeared out of simple embarrassment and not wanting to be seen by her mother.

Cure Up In Smoke. Plan B. (Thinker & Reverie)

That was fine skipping like that. Made for a better thing anyway.
Sorry about the post not giving you much to work with. I thought the deputy would be with a mistress or somewhere naughty like that. hehe

Cure Up In Smoke. Plan B. (Thinker & Reverie)

Xavier didn’t miss the flinch, he ground his teeth. He couldn’t win, he mentally let it slid. He wasn’t going to throw all his mama taught him because a woman couldn’t be honored enough to be respected. He felt the world was going to hell in a hand basket at least with social pleasantries this was just another example. He didn’t know her history, he amended, there may be a deep reason for not wanting to be called that. He tucked that information in the back of his mind as he did when he met anyone new.

The cowboy replaced his hat and marched off to grab the dog crate and followed the clerk to the mentioned store. The dog kept shifting her weight making it difficult to keep a solid hold on the bulky object. It would be much easier to just carry the dog, there was no chance of that. He didn’t want his face ripped off. He had to stop several times and shift his hold on the plastic handle that wanted to dig into his hands painfully. His steps were quicken until he caught up with her once again.

“Thanks,” he whispered stepping inside and dropped the crate to the side of the doorway, the dog barked and growled for a few moments before clawing at the bars again. The place was strangely quiet, it smelt of pet food and newspaper –at least to him. He started browsing while he waited for her to find her boss. Her sudden stop mid-sentence rose the hair on the back of his neck. He put down the rubber chicken and turned to the clerk.

His eyebrow rose when she grabbed the bat, he studied the surroundings a little more carefully. There was an eerie sense about the place, it would be dead quiet if not for the dog’s continual noise. His heeled boots clicked against the floor as he moved slowly down the aisle trying to find what had alerted the clerk. He stepped near a caged canary, the three tiny bodies hit the side of the cage pecking and clawing in his direction. He fell a step away from the odd behavior, he glanced back at the dog then the birds. Both were acting super aggressive and really wanted a piece of him. He hurried by the wall of cages, the rest of the birds were eating seed or preening.

“Hey,” he said finding the clerk hovering outside the office. He shivered reaching out for her shoulder then froze upon seeing part of a body and a pool of blood. He swallowed hard. “Let’s get out of here,” his voice came out in a whisper he hadn’t met it to sound so creepy. This whole thing was beyond that, first the fire, irate canaries and now a dead guy. He would have touched her but that death grip on the bat persuaded him to keep his hands to himself. His eyes latched on the snake and he shivered once more. He grabbed the knob and pulled the door shut, hopefully keeping the snake contained. “That’s a really big snake.”

He swallowed hard and stepped away from the clerk not wanting to spook either of them farther. “I am going to call the police,” he started pulling the phone from his breast pocket. “From outside.”

He started down a row without animals flanking it and pushed his way outside, he took several deep breaths. He had seen death before in different ways. A guy had been kicked in the head by a horse, he just didn’t remember seeing that much blood that time. He dialed the police and explained the situation. He was not going to get into trouble for not reporting a dead guy, he had seen movies where people didn’t and they always wound up in more trouble. He wasn’t sure if that was real or just the way it was written, either way he wasn’t going to take a chance.

He disconnected the call, it would be a while the deputy was on another call on the outskirts of town. He was told to hang tight. He wiped a hand over his mouth. Where the two things connected or random things happened around the same time? “What in Sam’s Hill is going on?”