C3 A New Life

Lying in this cell and with no energy in me. Nancy, if only you could remember who you really are. That damn bastard--Then I started remembering my past when I first met Nancy. I could see it as clear as a diamond…

This is going to be hell, knowing that she’s got several targets on her back. I can’t take my eyes off of her, not even for a single moment. Nancy looked at me and the hideous look that I had made myself look like.

“Stanley.” She said, Looking at Nancy, I feel nothing but heartache for her. Her Grandmother comes to Nancy every night to comfort her and let Nancy know that she’s a lot more than a kid that works for a monster like myself.

“Yeah, kid.” I say. Nancy looked at me and smiled.

“I have to thank y--”

“Don’t, I did it because of my own personal reasons, which aren’t your business.” I said as I interrupted what she was going to say. Nancy needs to realize that her past memories aren’t going to be reached until we defeat Tom. The dog of King Lucifer himself.

“Are you done remembering the past? or do I have to finish you off and get ready for the next millennium war?” Tom asked as he walked slowly as a panther as if he were to attack me as his meal.

“Why don’t you do errands for your King? I got a message that he wants a ham sandwich from the local deli.” I said in a mocking tone. Tom just threw an enraged look at me.

“I am going to be the King of Hell and no one shall get in my way of becoming my Princess’s King!” Tom exclaimed as he then walked up to the cell door.

“I’m not going to eat you, or just plainly kill you. But you’ll see me go after who you had protected for so long. Now you shall see what Hell really is.” Tom howled out as a wicked and terrifying wolf from the shadows of the night sky. Then leaving and closing the door behind him, I scream out.

“You’ll never get away with this, Tom Robinson!”

*******

Nancy’s point of view:

Looking at the blood soaked walls and furniture in Stanley’s office, I can only guess one thing; Stanley could’ve been killed. But who did it was the question of the day.

“Dear Nancy, you’re going to have to leave before the tenants start going after you too.” Said the stranger. Looking at him, he’s right as most of the tenants weren’t exactly the most friendly when I went to them to collect rent. Looking at him, I nodded and we left quickly before anyone could see us.

After a month of moving to a more “Classy” part of Hell, I start wondering about why Stanley was killed so brutally. But aside from that, I saw the elderly woman in my dreams last night again. The first time I had seen her, she had begun calling me Melody. She said my voice was ethereal and made nature spirits dance under the sky. So soft, like clouds.

“My voice, is it really ethereal?” I asked myself as I laid in bed and looked up at the ceiling. Things have changed, with Stanley gone and still trying to remember my past, I don’t know what will happen in the end. How can I figure this out? Will I remember? Or will I die trying? After a good long time of silence, there came a knock at the door.

“Nancy, we need you.” Said Charles. I sigh then get out of bed. “Coming!”

Walking into Charles’ office, he looks at me from his desk, looking at me with a smile on his face.

“What’s going on Charles?” I asked. Charles then opens a drawer and pulls out a scroll.

“This is a message from my King. He has an offer for you.”

“What’s the offer?” I asked. Charles then stands up and walks over to me and hands me the scroll.

“It’s an offer to help you remember your past and who you really are. In exchange you’ll have to go and live in the world of the living until the time when the enemy at hand makes his first move against--.” Charles says but then stops at a halt.

“It’s better for you to not know too much...at least not yet.” Charles says then turns around and sits back down at his desk.

“When do I go?” Charles smiled.

“Right now.”

“Charles!” I screamed out for him.

“You’ll be ok Miss. Nancy. You’ll be ok as long as I live.” Said Charles as he pats his hand on my shoulder.

“I don’t want to be alone Charles. I can’t deal with this, don’t go!” I yelled out as the tears fell hard.

“Nancy, you’ll be ok--” Then everything turns to darkness.

******

“Mary, get up, your therapist is here!” Called out Mom. Opening my eyes, I groan, why can’t she call me Michael? I’m not a girl, at least not on the inside.

“Ok I’ll be outside in a few minutes.” I answered. As I got out of bed and walked to my closet. “Another life, here we go.”

“Yo Mike, what up?” Said Terry as he stood outside the front door.

“Not much, what about you?” I asked, smiling. Walking to his car, we sat on the ground and looked at each other.

“How’s your living situation?” Terry asked. Looking at him, I shook my head.

“I’m still in hell as always. But my Dad’s in the middle of getting a room done at a friend's house. It’s going to take a while, but I’ll wait.” I answered.

“Terry?”

“Yeah?” I sigh from trying to ask him this damn question.

“Why is it that ninety nine percent of the people I know and do know that I’m a transgender have to call me by my birth name? I’m sick of it.” I explain as I look up at the sky then back down and look at the dirt coated grass. Then came the tears. Looking away from Terry, I just hate my life. I wish I could be something magical and just fly far, far away. No one understands.

“You know Mike, I can understand how you feel. But right now, you need to worry about yourself. Remember that.” Terry said.

“Hiya Mary!” Sad Dad as I jumped into his car.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“I’m good, has Eve been behaving?” Looking at Dad, I shook my head.

“Mary, just ignore her. She’s just a loser.” Said Jamie as we pulled out of the driveway to drive over to Starbucks for myself.

As we drove, I started thinking about how I just want to be in another world. With fairies, angels, even werewolves and vampires. As long as I can be seen as who I am. Michael Barren. My therapist and my friends online call me Mike. It’s just not my point, my family doesn’t understand how I feel and I’m just going to move out to Dad’s friend's house then sometime when I get a decent income, I’ll be leaving there and living by myself since I highly doubt any of my friends would like to live with me. Looking out the window, I start hearing my spirit friend's voice.

“Hey Mike.” Said Rich. looking by Dad’s side of the car, I see him smiling. I feel happy knowing that my friends on the other side aren’t even close to judgmental. They know how I feel and especially Rich. He’s sarcastic, a smart ass, and he’s like the Dad I can go to for anything. And I mean anything.

“You seem depressed, what happened Mike?” Rich asked. I looked down at my hands and tried to keep myself from getting upset.

“I got into another fight with Eve and it’s just getting to me really bad. I wish I could be on the other side with you Rich. That’s my wish.”

“Hey Mary, are you ok?” Asked Jamie. Turning around and seeing him with worry painted on his face, even he could tell that I’m hurting on the inside. Looking back out the window, I take a deep breath. Then painting a fake smile on my face. It was the only thing that I could think of to help keep the pain in the very deep, pitch black pit of my soul. Then looking back at Jamie. My dear Goddess, please don’t let him know how upset I am.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just stressed out over my studying for the Ged test.” I said lying to his face. Jamie, I love you and you’re my favorite cousin, but there’s something that I can’t talk about. It’s better off like this.