21 Days in Hell: Day One

Day One

Elizabeth opened the door, prepared to count the twenty-seven steps that led her toward her one bedroom apartment, when she heard a dog bark and felt something hard and small jam into her back.

“Take the steps slowly, like you always do, Elizabeth.”

She didn’t recognize the voice and when she moved to turn her head to the side, it pushed harder into her and she heard a gun cock. Somewhere in the near distance she heard a man whistling and she wanted to scream for help.

“Think twice and you’ll see your instincts will get you killed.”

“What do you want from me?” She felt a hand on her shoulder, urging her onward. Her feet, glued to the rubber mat, refused to move. “I have some money in my bag. Take it.”

The whistling faded away and the man behind her sounded as if he was grinning. “I told you what I want. Now, go on. Count your steps.”

She didn’t know how he knew her habit but if he knew that much about her… “Who are you?” The gun left her back and she winced as the assailant twisted her arm behind her back. She was shoved into the entryway of the apartment and she heard the door close and the lock turned. As she looked up the first twelve steps Elizabeth realized her arm was free. She turned and swung wildly at the man. Hands pushed against her and she fell against the first three stairs. She was down low now and she used her legs and began kicking at the stranger. She didn’t care that he had a gun; knew that if he got her all the way upstairs he would likely kill her anyway.

“Elizabeth? Is that you? I used your spare key and let myself in. I hope you don’t…”

Hearing her sister’s voice, Elizabeth was about to yell up to Samantha, but as she began to call out, the gun was shoved into her mouth. It startled her so much that she felt herself lose a little of her bladder. Footsteps were descending above her and a dam of tears broke and her body began shaking.

“Oh my god!”

Elizabeth couldn’t see her sister; she didn’t dare move. Instead, she continued staring at the man in front of her, pleading with her eyes.

“Samantha. I wasn’t expecting you.” The man spoke calmly. “Why don’t you come down here so we can talk?” He smiled at Elizabeth. “You wouldn’t want to make things any worse for your sister, now, would you?”

Samantha, crying pitifully, walked the rest of the stairs down before stopping five feet away. “Please don’t kill her.”

Elizabeth watched the man move his empty hand to his blue jean jacket pocket and pull out a syringe. He held it out above her head.

“Samantha, I want you to carefully step down and take this out of my hand. Then I want you to inject it into your arm.”

Elizabeth shook her head, felt the gun move with her mouth. She tried to tell her sister not to do it.

“It won’t kill you. I promise. It will just make you really sleepy. I’d urge you to run upstairs pretty fast, otherwise, you’ll fall and I don’t want to see you hurt yourself.”

Samantha was moving her head left and right.

“Yes. Or it will be all your fault when Elizabeth’s head gets blown to pieces.” His hand stretched out closer to her. “Now, be a good girl, and take your medicine.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes and listened to her sister step slowly closer.

“You promise it won’t kill me? You won’t kill her?” She asked, whimpering now.

The man didn’t reply.

Elizabeth opened her eyes when she heard her sister running back up the stairs and then heard glass fall and shatter.

“I guess she didn’t make it all the way up.” The man looked at Elizabeth. “She’ll be out for hours, but she won’t die.” He pulled the gun out of her mouth, stepped half a step back. He watched as she wiped saliva away from the corner of her mouth. “Go.” He motioned upwards with the gun.

She turned around, put her hand on the wood railing, and stepped cautiously, one at a time, counting in her mind, and reminded herself to breath. She stopped when she reached her sister, who had fallen in the hallway just before turning down another hallway that led to her living room and kitchen. She was about to turn around when she felt a pinch on her neck. Icy fluid seeped into her body and she finally did turn around.

“One. Two.” The man counted slowly. “Three. Four.”

Elizabeth’s legs grew heavy and her head woozy. She saw the man putting his gun away, saw herself falling into his arms, and then blackness took over her world as he reached five.

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I’m Gonna Go For It

So, Camp NaNoWriMo is about to begin. As if starting a new job, moving to a new city, and having to change and embrace just about everything going on, I’m about to embark on a new writing project. Yowza!!!

I know. I’m crazy. I can’t help myself, though. I just sat down, during my first period class, and discovered this story sitting within the walls of my mind.

So here is the idea I’m playing with. It’s called What the Hand Draws Continue reading

Nanowrimo: Chapter Three

Chapter Three

 

Kamila sat at the table and watched Chad place their drink orders. The envelope was still in her back pocket burning through the cloth but she resisted the urge to pull it out again. She had already looked through it a dozen times over the last few hours. None of it made sense to her and she hoped Chad had more answers than what he’d divulged so far. He approached her, holding two drinks, and she pulled his chair out for him.

“Still dirty chai, right?”

She nodded and took it. “How did…”

Chad stopped her. “I know you have lots of questions.” He sat his drink down and pulled his chair in. “Most of the beginning answers will probably make you pissed off though so I’d like to control this conversation right now.”

“That’s not fair Chad. I do have a lot of questions and…”

“And I will tell you what I know. So can I begin?” He waited until she nodded. “Your paper shook the FBI department more than you know. You actually put a big ol’ bullseye on you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kamila crossed her arms and sat back.

Chad smiled and shook his head. “You were always too smart for your own good.”

She didn’t enjoy in the joke. “I’m waiting for answers.”

“Do you think that nobody else in the force thought that David wasn’t the Gemstone Killer?” He didn’t wait for her answer. “You brought unwanted and unneeded attention to the entire FBI when you turned that paper in.” Continue reading

Nanowrimo: Chapter Two

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Kamila knew what the students at the FBI Academy called her behind her back. Hunter. It never bothered her. It was the truth and she believed the truth should not bother you. It should set you free. Only the truth she sought was still missing in her life. She raised the dirty chai tea (with three shots of vanilla) to her mouth and blew.

“She’s an amateur. I don’t know why Chad put her on the case.”

She smiled as she listened to her new partners. They didn’t know she was listening. She sat in the two-man sofa, right around the corner, in the waiting room. She’d been there for only seven minutes or so. Glancing at her watch she decided if Chad was anything like when they had dated a decade ago he would be right on time.

“We don’t know anything about her, Doug. And Chad has never led us wrong. His ability to sniff out these killers by combining the right minds has him holding an undefeated record.” Analiese replied. “I heard she will probably graduate at the top. That’s gotta mean something.”

“Yeah, whatever. I just don’t want some cadet-in-training stepping on my feet. You and me solved the last case and this one will be ours too.”

“Doug, Chad isn’t even hiring her on. She’s just consulting on the case at his request.”

Kamila sighed, tired of her eavesdropping, and stood up. She walked around the corner. “Good morning.” She welcomed Analiese’s genuine smile and saw right through Doug’s. “Chad here yet?” She didn’t bother looking around.   Continue reading

Nano2014: Meet Elizabeth

Lie Beside Me Still

By Michala Tyann

 

Some shall be pardoned and some shall be punished – Shakespeare

 

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Bare feet pounded into deep copper-colored mud as she ran. A hole of the wet, grimy soil vacuumed Elizabeth in  slowing her down. She braced for the fall seeing the tree in front of her a moment too late before slamming her forehead against the trunk. Her forehead scraped down the bark leaving pain and blood in its wake. She fell hard but still looked behind her. She couldn’t see or hear them but she had given up on miracles and wishes a long time ago. He was coming for her. He would lead them to her. She shook her head and tried to fix her vision which was overrun by sparks of light even behind her eyelids. As she rubbed mud on her forehead to stop the blood she tried to gain her balance but fell to the side when she picked up a noise behind her.

Elizabeth pushed herself off the ground. Her long dress tangled around her legs and she fell back down; her knees taking the mud this time. Without a thought she shoved off and up again and made it to her feet. Looking behind her while attempting to get unstuck, a flicker of light caught her eyes. “No.” She whimpered. Her eyes closed instinctively and she almost fell back to her knees as was expected of her. “No. Not anymore.” She screamed inside her head the opposite of the mantra sucking her back towards the void. I am not the child of Rad. I am not the servant of Rad. I will not be his vessel. The words strengthened her and she started running again.

The deepening darkness swallowed her the farther into the forest she moved. Darkness no longer scared her though. Elizabeth’s only terror was behind her. She looked back and knew even though she didn’t see them, they were making their way closer to her. Her chest grew thick and the air refused to move out of her lungs as fast as she needed. She was forced to slow but cursed her body for betraying her at this moment. She wasn’t surprised seeing as how her body had been doing that exact thing for however long she’d suffered at their hands. At the very moment her mind conjured them she heard sounds again behind her. Her head turned and she saw, or thought she saw, white. They found me. Her feet continued to jam into the mud but she picked up speed.   Continue reading

Midnight Nightmares

Tmidnight.jpg (494×324)onight at midnight…the clock strikes and the pen moves. Or the fingers tap. Or something or whatever like that. All I know is that it is National Novel Writing Month again. ALREADY!!!! This will be my fifth time and if I succeed, my third WIN. And yet, each year I ask myself, “Michala, you are crazy?”

Last year I was a full-time student working towards my masters, a full-time employee at a hotel, and a part-time caregiver. I somehow managed to succeed though. This time, with my new job as a teacher I know it will take even more determination. I’m hoping and praying I can do this.

Last year I had a great November. My novel was complete before the end of the month and I had a blast. The year before that was pretty decent as well. Neither of those books have yet to be edited and published. I HATE the editing process. I really do. Shame on me for my laziness. And yet, here I go again…diving face first into another NaNoWriMo. I have an outline for my story. I don’t feel excited about it but I do feel it could very well be a good novel. I’m already looking for the end of 2014 due to some hefty goals>>> Continue reading

The Fruits of the Spirit

imagesJuly 2, 2014

Do you know what the fruits of the spirit entail?

Love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness

faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. (For a better understand of each, click on the words).

I am a woman in process. I know I’ll never get each attribute of the Holy Spirit perfectly aligned and mastered. I know I am not perfect and I am blessed that I can be constantly growing. I love a lot, sometimes too much. It has taken me years to understand the joys of life. I am not always the best at long-suffering or kindness. Goodness! Ha! Sometimes I see more of the devil in me than should be allowed or even possible. My faithfulness often lacks sufficient endurance as well. I do feel I have a great deal of gentleness within me but man…my self-control. Whew! I know my self-control is problematic. Continue reading

What Makes a Woman a Woman?

imagesCA55ZVBIOur view of ourselves, as women, is a complicated and at times messy one. We delve into chaos when we begin to search our inner selves. But I don’t believe that is the way God made it to be. I think we women make things more complicated for ourselves. I know I sure do.

I have endured years of madness, darkness, lack of serenity, confusion, depression, and so much more. Am I where I seek to be today? Heck no. But I do feel that I have made a lot of strong progress in reaching out to becoming the woman I want to be. And yet I still question what is means to be a woman.

Dealing with identity crisis is not what I want to focus on here though. Why focus on the problems? Why not focus on the solutions?

What are the solutions?

The world may never know. J

However, for the rest of 2014 I am embarking on a personal journey. A journey in which I seek for purpose, peace, and passion within myself and within my world. I firmly believe one single solitary person can make a difference when they accept the challenge to make a difference in themselves.

For the month of July I am going to focus on giving myself a full makeover. Not JUST on the outside (but I am working on that as well) but on the inside as well. Continue reading

Confession, Promise, and Goals

200

A great number to begin with!

Hi. My name is Michala and I’m a writer. WTH!!!! How the heck can I call myself a writer if I’m NOT writing?

I see that it has been an entire month since I last posted. That is just no good. I came back from my writing Conference with some great goals and boy did I fall flat on my ass!

I think I’ll wait until January 1st to make new goals and begin anew. NOPE…just kidding. It is always a good time to begin. Even to begin AGAIN. Yet, that is where I am at.

So here’s the scoop on the last month:

I quit my job at the hotel because I got offered a job as a full time counselor where I was interning. That means I am no longer working 7 days a week! How Cow, does that feel great! I love it. That means I can have more energy to write, yes? Continue reading