Chapter 1-2 The AlternateA Chapter by Saskia LiddickSaskia came to a decision and decided to change the beginning of the book, so here is the alternative beginning to the book, and up to where she meets Shadow... Let's go
Previous Version This is a previous version of Chapter 1-2 The Alternate. -This continues from where Shadow is in Sacramento and continues on into Chapter 3...-
Then the doors opened and another blindfold fell over Shadow's eyes. He was really getting sick of all these blindfolds. Slowly, slowly, slowly, the man was pulled from the back of the van and was walked somewhere where it was warm, and it actually felt really good. Doors opened before Shadow, but because of the well oiled hinges, Shadow didn't realize they had entered a building until the two doors clanked together. It echoed, he was inside of the Capital, what for? Then they were walking, and they were walking... and they were walking... and then they stopped again, some people talked, and they were walking... It was starting to get annoying, all this walking but never seeming to have a location, or a destination to be aiming for. Then another door - not as elegant and well cared for - opened and Shadow was pushed into a chair and tied down. They left him there, staring, interrogating him so quickly he didn't have a chance to think of the answer for the first question. As sudden as it had happened, the questions ceased, and a door closed. Then he was waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Waiting for what? This part of Shadow's arrest was by far the worst. Suspense and anxiety were not healthy components, especially for Shadow. The man’s fingers drummed in time with the clock, his eyes blinking methodically in time behind the cloth. He could hear voices coming from outside the door. Conviction… Island… solitary confinement… Were they high? Shadow mulled over the snatches of words, and he realized what they meant as the door opened. “You’re not going to put me in… in… The officer blinked at the man, Shadow Rowan Parker, most dangerous man in “I heard it, so are you?” “Funny, it suddenly matters to you now that you could be in danger, yet you never thought about any of those other people you killed.” Shadow didn’t reply. He wasn’t scared; he wasn’t going to let the man’s taunting get a hold of him. He was going to keep cool, cool as ice, cool as a cucumber… “They are considering keeping you in solitary confinement for life. You are too dangerous to keep with other inmates, even if you were on your best behavior an accident can just happen.” No, he was going to be calm, he was going t relax, there was nothing to be scared of, it was just Shadow felt horrible, he wanted to disappear, he wanted the ground to open and swallow him. He wanted to not be there. No where in sight, maybe in the Demon realm, maybe with Hibernius who could cover him. Then again, it was that man’s fault in the first place, right? Oh why couldn’t Shadow be as lucky as Mason at a time like this? He thought as restraints came undone and he was pulled from the chair. Why? It was two weeks after the Museum mission, and Shadow’s arrest. Frescia came downstairs with her eyes puffy from tears. They had been like that a lot these days; everyone knew that Shadow and Frescia had been very close in more ways than one. It hurt everyone to know that Shadow wouldn’t be sitting in the living room now with his feet kicked up on the coffee table and reading his favorite book by Robert Louis Stevenson. Evil Eye and Instead he looked grim, his eyes almost sad. “I have news from Manhattan Base,” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, a letter. He unfolded it with shaking fingers and read it through one more time and put it away. Suspense was making their stomachs hurt. “1419 says that because of Shadow’s sudden absence, something about Group 87 needs to happen. So this is my solution…” and he reached into his other pocket and pulled out papers. “Jade, you’ll be joining Group 547 in the “Wait, wait, what?” a spunky girl with jade green eyes jumped out of her seat, and a few light bulbs exploded. “What do you mean I’m going to the “But, you’re our leader!” cried the girl named Rosary, her hands shaking unhappily while Soho bit his lip and replied, “I’ve made arrangements to go to Manhattan.” “No!” Spieren roared now, and Frescia said, “You can’t leave though; Shadow put you in charge…” “Evil Eye is in charge after I leave.” “Everyone, please, none of you will want to hang around here now, there’s nothing to do except for reading and playing chess, you’ll all feel much better after you leave…” “Just… go, everyone go.” And Rosary walked over and began to comfort Frescia, and Jade sat next to Evil Eye and said, “I don’t care what the Easter Islands wants with me, I’m staying here until Shadow comes back, whether that’s in two weeks or 100 years.” Evil Eye smiled and patted the girl’s shoulder. “You’ve got spunk, that’s what 1419 liked. He’ll want you to use that to good use. You won’t be able to use that spunk here now that the place is dead. Go somewhere else.” “There are memories.” Frescia didn’t reply, she looked down at the scene she saw now. A suitcase was sitting on his bed, where most of his clothes were already folded up neatly. He picked up a photograph of himself and Shadow standing in front of “Where in “I’ve been thinking about joining the “What about you? You have Glade practically on a string for your opinion. He’s not shabby either.” “I can’t leave here for some reason; it is my parents’ house after all. If Glade ever wanted to come to call, or have some question, he can come here. Anyway, what if Shadow got out? What if there is some magical happening and someone takes pity on him?” “Frescia you’re being silly. We all know that no one would ever take pity on Shadow. Look at what he did! He couldn’t control it, but still, we’re the only ones who knew the truth about Shadow.” That night the house took on a different, less friendly air. The house seemed dead. 1963 Shadow sensed something in the air, he hadn’t known what it was as he sat in his cell, people just walking by, not casting him a glance as they went about feeding the others in confinement. There were nights, or Shadow was sure they were nights, where he could hear them screaming, yelling in distress. That’s what solitary confinement did to a person, right? Drove you mad, no one to talk to but yourself, but you don’t want to talk to yourself because what if people are watching? They’ll call you mad. That’s why they all kept quiet, and then they would wake up the rest of the block with their screams. Shadow sometimes talked himself hoarse from muttering under his breath, it was one of the only things he could do to himself to stop him from ending up like the rest. Some days when he thought he heard a pair of footsteps walking down the isle, he would mutter, “Water, please?” and the footsteps would continue, as if Shadow had never been heard. Sometimes a person would do him a favor, and a bottle of water would skid through the slit at the bottom of the door. Sometimes it would be an empty water bottle. Welcome to “Shut up in there Parker.” A gruff voice barked from outside, and Shadow sat there for a minute thinking, did I say all that out loud? The operation was going smoothly; it had been gradual at first, the liquidation of the prison. It was going to close down, and the prisoners could sense it. After the slip last year, what were the odds it could happen again? Warden Jenkins took no chances, so the inmates started moving, transferring to different prisons all over the country. “Are all of the inmates in confinement out?” Jenkins asked, watching boats and ferries sail for Fisherman’s Wharf, which was lined with vans and cop cars of all colors with shiny license plates from everywhere from Maine to California. “Yes sir, but there’s one question we have,” “What is it? This place has to close we don’t have time!” “We didn’t make an arrangement for Shadow.” The guard’s voice dropped several levels, and the way he spoke made Jenkins think that Shadow was listening to their very words. He didn’t see why, by he whispered back, “I thought about this, and I have a conclusion, we’ll put him in the vaults under the island. Just leave him there.” “But sir…!” “We can tell them that Shadow is dead, something. We’ll put him in a restricted area, we’ll tell the landlord that the place down there is too dangerous for renovations, it’ll make the whole island crash, and no one will ever know about Shadow! It’s as easy as that!” The guard’s eyes widened as the Warden’s enthusiasm in this mounted. He looked like he was out of his mind. Then the man ceased and looked at the guard as if awaiting some sign of approval. “Yes sir, very smart indeed…” “Then get on with it!” Chapter 2 2000 The house was just what Denise Parker had hoped it was. Average, average lawn, average garage, average rooms, average ceiling on an average street. “Jessica, are you awake?” Denise’s voice might have been muffled inside the room that stood before her, so she knocked loudly for good measure. There were subtle signs of life on the other side of the door, so Denise persisted. Jessica took after her dad, she could have slept through a World War two bombing had she been alive then. She also didn’t like to wake up from her slumber for anything, especially if it was a school day. Then again, who did? Today was a special school day though; it was a fieldtrip to “Still sleepy?” Denise teased and wiped yellow nuggets from the corners of Jessica’s stunning jaded eyes. According to Jessica’s reply was a groggy nod, her wheat colored hair moving with her head’s motions. “I had the dream again Mom,” Jessica announced and Denise gave a heavy mental sigh. Ever since they moved to “This time the dream seemed more life like, and the man said something, but I couldn’t hear very well.” Jessica only paused in her story to eat the served breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast. Denise watched as her daughter’s face contorted in hard concentration. It looked like the dream was draining from her memory. “I think he was asking me for help. He sounded creepy, crazy. Like he had been down there for a long time.” Jessica tried to recall any memory, no matter how wispy it was. The dream was gone though, and it distraught Denise that she couldn’t help her daughter. She had to go and find a counselor for Jessica. The Night Before “Some enchanted evening…” he was saying as the doormen “Thank you Inside of the apartment was all mixed and matched furniture and décor. It was the hole in the wall apartment he had managed to turn into a home. It had only taken him forty years. Sitting down on an eaten couch from a yard sale, the man continued looking through the mail. Bill, bill, audition callback, bill, phone bill, water bill, rent bill, bill, bill, bill, same old, same old. Everything was made to Christopher Fig, except for one thing, at the absolute bottom. It was a small envelope, labeled to the apartment at The man blinked long and hard, reading the name several more times. No, this was a just a joke, a bad hoax. But who could it be? No one but a few people knew where “You’re forgetting something, Chris,” he heard himself saying. “In the Gifted side of life, possibility and probability are vast.” Those words made him open the envelope. Out fell a letter, a short letter in Jason Parker’s handwriting. I can’t say much, I don’t know what do say. Mr. Whelay just came down here to tell me the good news. It felt nice to hear someone’s voice other than mine. He told me he wasn’t allowed to explain in detail, but help is on the way! He said in a few days, because I know what days are down here, I was going to escape. He only brought enough paper for me to write one person, so I chose you. Please pass this onto Frescia and everyone else. I’ll be home soon, whenever soon it. I’m not dead! -Shadow By the time the man had finished the letter, Christopher was gone, dead, and the gray hairs had turned lush hazel, the face handsome, the nose long and curved. The Abyssinian eyes were staring around at the apartment, the 40 years of memories and cast parties. It was time for Christopher Fig to disappear, and Soho Knight to come back. But he had worked so hard to make this apartment something special, filled with memories, posters, beer, and fan mail. How could he leave all of this behind? Leave behind famous Christopher Fig and become infamous Soho Knight again? Like this; a phone call to the phone company to cancel cell phone and land line, and close the apartment door. It was as easy as that. On his way out he told the doorman to sell everything in the space, and before he could explain, the man was gone. In three hours later, Christopher withdrew money from Citibank, closed all accounts, paid for a one way ticket to “Here if you like you can look up all of the inmates. They are alphabetized from their last names. Their numbers and their convictions are there also, some have pictures and mini-bios.” The tour guide said and everyone crowded for the computers. Jessica stood for a minute looking for a computer that was open. It had a view of the cloudy ‘Parker’ she typed slowly, watching the letters magically appear on the screen. The arrow hovered over the search button and she looked around again. The search was almost instant, and only one Parker came up, a man named Jason Rowan Parker. Jessica’s heart jumped and she hit the name. She hadn’t even been expecting a name to pop up. Name: Jason Rowan ‘Shadow’ Parker Age of Check-in: 59 Number: 101816 Conviction: Murder and robbery Bio: “Shadow” Parker was the leader of a gang called ‘Group 87’ and was one of Out of the corner of her eyes, Jessica saw movement and she stared. There was a man with chocolaty brown hair and a large wind breaker that moved in the wind approaching a wall where, according to the tour guide, were the names of inmates who had died in the prison. Was Shadow’s name up there? Jessica wondered as she looked on. Wasn’t the prison closed today so that the kids had the place to themselves? She was about to call the tour guide over, but something about the man made her keep watching. He approached the wall, but he passed that and stood before a large onyx black grave and placed a few lilies at the stone and stood in silence, and the more Jessica watched, the more she realized he looked like a statue of the finest marble and chiseled out by Michael Angelo. Finally the man moved, at least his shoulders did. Jessica stood frozen as the man shouldered the wind breaker off. What had been moving the jacket wasn’t wind… no, that was impossible, impossible. A man couldn’t have. Wings. But he did, they were the size of a semi truck, they burst from the jacket and pulled the man up in the air. Jessica turned her head back and forth, trying to see if anyone else was seeing this. No one was watching, just here, it was like the man was invisible to everyone else. “Okay kids, let’s keep moving you still have a lot to see,” the tour guide said and everyone followed. Not Jessica though, she continued to stare at the winged man, who was becoming a speck in the distance, just before a cloud swallowed him, she saw the head turn and he. He waved at her.
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Added on January 5, 2010Last Updated on January 5, 2010 AuthorSaskia LiddickSan Diego, CAAboutWillkommen everyone, come in and sit down. Make yourselves at home, I'm Saskia Liddick, the most energetic and charismatic person you'll ever meet. I've been writing for 6 years, at age ten I left beh.. more..Writing
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