Thursday, December 15, 2011

Chapter Forty-Six: Magical Chaos

Irish plops down on the land hard, her head swirling. The world flickers between colour and black and white for several minutes, her eyes burning from the freaky sensation. Finally, the world calms down, though she can hear the faint sound of gagging and a familiar voice yelling "No wonder you feel nauseous you dark magic fucker!"



"Dad? Do you know where we are?" Irish asks as she clings uncertainly to her notebook. He just stares into nothing, unable to say anything.
"Dad?" Irish panics, questions running through her head. What's wrong? Where is she? Why are there tears pooling in Tyson's eyes?



Kipp answers what Tyson cannot.
"Irish, in Brooklyn Heights, I felt a sudden surge of dangerous energy that required me to transport your family - and fuckwad over there - to a safe land. I thought I felt everybody in the family and used their life source to transport us here, but I missed your mother. I missed her because there was some life source energy around her from a plant that confused my senses into believing that she was just a tree. In my hurry, I didn't double check, and now she's stuck in that alternative universe without her family." Irish doesn't know what to think. She didn't have the closest relationship with Roxanne, but for her to be suddenly abandoned by her family without any reason is devastating. Only the visible heartbreak on her father's face prevents her from slugging her "soulmate".



As Tyson starts sobbing at the sudden loss of his wife, Irish only has one question.
"Why does my Dad have a green hole in his head?" Isadora gives out a harsh bark of a laugh, brushing through her slicked back hair.
"The alien dude said that the magic is unreliable, and that it needs to settle down before everything returns to normal. That's why my hair looks like it has horns and my shirt is now purple."



"Oh Roxie!" Tyson wails through Isadora's speech. Kipp looks down sadly, unsure how to comfort the guy who basically has just had his wife killed by him. He supposes he should just explain what he did, hopefully calming down the raging inferno that is Irish as well.
"I'm sorry Mr. Marlin about this. I did my best to get Irish and everybody to safety. There was some sudden malevolent energy swarming around your brother's residence, and I couldn't risk it hurting Irish. If he had gotten to Irish somehow, he could have gotten to me and twisted my magicks and killed everybody in that universe, if not others. There's still the chance that if he's a magical creature, he could still come here, but his magics will be weakened. The only reason mine is not permanently damaged is that magic is rather senitant, and knews that my actions are of good intent. I just wanted to save Irish and everybody here from a fate worse then death."



Yes, Kipp isn't actually having fun watching all this misery, it's just a weird side-effect of the magic he just used. As Tyson continues to break down, Tylar thinks that she likes the look of this new house more then the other one. It's warm and inviting. Though she doesn't know if there are any other green hallways of hell in the inside of the house. She decides to sneak into the house, hoping that everybody just calms down when she's inside.



Isa feels numb through all this confusion. Well not numb. She isn't sure what she's feeling. She knows that she's feeling confused, and slightly upset. Not enough to be sobbing like Tyson is, but she's upset nevertheless. She never got to apologize to Roxanne about their fight before this all happened. She'll never get to have the mother-daughter relationship she's always craved deep down. Isa looks at her sister's anxious pacing and wonders how she's feeling.



Irish is feeling many chaotic feelings, blurring together into one lump mass of irrational anger. She fucking goes over to greets the neighbours, and look what happens to her! She gets stuck in this swamp town (even if she admits to herself that the house is rather nice) with two psychos claiming that they're aliens (even though it's hard to dispute that they used magic to yank them here), one of whom claims she's his soulmate (even though her heart pumps furiously when she's around and she wants to grin stupidly whenever his purple-blue eyes meet hers). She's furious, but she's also happy, and it confuses her.



Kipp's attention turns to Isadora's soulmate, feeling justified in lashing out on the dark magic abusing son of a bitch.
"The only reason you're here is because I refuse to separate soulmates, even when they're manufactured by dark fuckers like you! Why the fuck would you sacrifice your soul for forced love?" Kipp's eyes flash bright purple, even though his magic is temporarily weakened, it still flashes with his fury. Calloway looks confused at first, then he glares back at Kipp.
"Way to assume the worst, you jackass! I'm part Fae, that's why I have a soulmate!" His own eyes flash a dark golden colour, angered by the accusation. "My grandmother was a pureblood water fairy, and though she was a traitor by marrying a mortal, she was still able to give her gifts to one child and one grandchild. Just because you haven't learned to use your magic properly doesn't mean you have the right to accuse me of doing something so vile and disgusting!" Kipp blushes, his cheeks a rusty red.
"But-I checked if there was something else. I only saw alien and mortal blood!" Kipp squints his eyes, searching for something. "It's faint, but there. And active. I-I'm so sorry." Kipp looks like he's about to cry, he was so mean to somebody for no reason. Calloway shakes his head.
"I understand, if I thought you were anything other then a pureblood alien I would jump to conclusions too. And Isa, we'll talk about why I lied to you when we were children later." Isadora gives a softer glare as a response to Calloway's words. She will know everything about her soulmate!



"But-I checked if there was something else. I only saw alien and mortal blood!" Kipp squints his eyes, searching for something. "Fuck, I'm such an idiot! It's faint, but there. And active. I-I'm so sorry." Kipp looks like he's about to cry, he was so mean to somebody for no reason. He holds his hands, as if to pray. Calloway shakes his head, seeing that Kipp is about to start a forgiveness ritual.



"Forget the ritual Kipp, I understand why you did what you did. If I thought you were anything other then a pureblood alien I would jump to conclusions too. And Isa, we'll talk about why I lied to you when we were children later." Isadora gives Calloway a look that gives a shiver up his spine. "Why don't we go inside and talk then? Let's just get your father set up in his bedroom, I think needs some time by himself to grieve." With that, Kipp and Irish are alone outside.



"I'm sorry all this happened. It's not what I thought our first meeting would be like. I was thinking more like dim lights and flickering candles and a five star meal. Not this insanity." Irish looks up from her notebook, where she had been tearing holes in the pages in her fury. Her anger fades to a hum as she looks at the teary-eyed gaze of Kipp. "He's really sorry about this." Irish doesn't know if she can ever be mad at him if he looks at him with those sparkling eyes.



She stands up, brushing off the grass that clung to her skirt.
"Are you mad at me?" Kipp asks uncertainly, his voice trembling at the thought of his love rejecting him.
"A little, I guess. It's just so sudden, and I understand your reasoning...but I just need a bit of time. You know?" Irish looks down at her feet, unsure of what to say. She wants to say something that will make Kipp feel better, but it would be a lie. And she hates lying, it just messes everything up.



Irish can tell that Kipp is upset, but not overly so. More disappointed, like he was hoping for something else.
"This stinks like horseflies. I understand though, I just..."
"You just want a happily ever after, right away. It doesn't happen like that, you have to work at it." Irish and Kipp both sigh.



"We'll work at it together. I would have taken things a whole lot slower if it wasn't for that dangerous energy. I didn't really tell Tyson the truth, while the energy was at his brother's place, it was focused towards one person, some male I do not know. I'm still nervous about this man. He is extremely strong, from something unnatural. I'm still not sure of his identity or creature status, only that his anger seems to be focused towards you and Tyson." Irish gasps, who would hate her and her father.
"Tyson? But he's like a goofy teddy bear?"
"A teddy bear who's a police officer, who arrests dangerous individuals daily. To them, he's nothing like a teddy bear, more like a grizzly bear. And if he knows something he shouldn't, and it involves this universe as well, that-that would be bad."

 

Irish starts to shiver as the seriousness of the possible dangers of this man hits her.
"Are you alright?" Kipp asks softly. She shakes her head, looking deep into his glittering eyes.
"This is too much, we were so happy. Why would somebody hate us so much that they would hunt us down like rabid animals?" Irish isn't normally a weak person, but all this information is too much for her to comprehend.



Kipp shushes her softly as he wraps himself around her. She feels like she should fight, but instead she feels comforted. The tears start to flow as he holds her. Saying nothing, just being.
"You know, he might not do that. He could just leave us alone, we could only be a small part of a malicious intent towards the whole town. My magic isn't fully functional yet, especially with specifics like that. I could be completely wrong." Irish shakes her head.
"But you're not. You wouldn't have transported us if you didn't believe we were in danger. But we'll face it together, right?" Irish doesn't care if she's being forward, she knows he loves her. And she thinks she loves him too, even through all this drama.
"Together." Kipp whispers as he gives one last squeeze. "Let's go inside, I decorated the house in a previous trip to this universe. I want to see if you like it. I hope you do, I don't have anything to renovate it anymore."

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Chapter Forty-Five: Irish and Kipp, sitting in a tree...

Irish starts giggling insanely, this is just so weird. Seriously, a clone? Tyson just shakes his head.
"You show Tylar around the house, alright Irish? I need to stare at a mi-I need to leave for a little bit. For...work stuff." Tyson dashes into the bathroom to (not) deal with his mid-life crisis, leaving Irish alone with the wary-eyed child.



Irish just doesn't know what to say to this messy haired girl. It's so weird how much she looks like Tyson, from the hair to the eyes to the nose. The only thing that's different is the child's gender. Did Tyson have an affair with his twin or something?
"So...who are you? Tyson said your name is Tyler?" Tylar gets all huffy, her childish face scrunching up with what Irish thinks is supposed to be anger. She just looks like she's about to sneeze.
"It's Ty-lar! Tyler's a boy's name!" Irish smirks softly, definitely spirited like Tyson.



"Whatcha looking at me like that for? I'm not stupid you know!" Irish starts stuttering, what a fiesty little girl! "Look, can you just show me my room?" Tylar snips, tired of standing in this weird grape hallway.



"Watch your tone, I don't have to be talking to you right now Tylar." Irish isn't sure if she likes this fieriness anymore, not when she wants to do homework.
"Sorry bio-sis, I'm just really tired. Being cloned is a tiring process, with all the poking and cells forming and stuff." Irish looks immediately apologetic.
"Sorry Tylar, I forgot. I just I'm so shocked about you being here. And my name's Irish, not bio-sis." Tylar merely shrugs, she likes bio-sis better. "Anyway, let's take you to your bedroom. It's around your bedtime anyway."



Irish rushes off, and Tylar's stomach growls softly. Maybe she should have asked for a meal before demanding to see her bedroom.
"Too late now I guess." Tylar mutters softly as she runs in the direction Irish disappeared to.



"Well, I think Tyson though you were going to be a boy or something. This is awfully...orange. But I'm sure that Tyson will renovate the room to whatever you want, all you have to do is ask." Irish knows she would vomit if she had to live in this creepy orange dome.
"I like it bio-sis, I've never had a bedroom before!" Irish shakes her head as Tylar jumps on the bed. Tyson's clone indeed.



Irish tucks the girl in, humming a soft song under her breath until the little girl falls asleep. She peeks into the room, smiling softly as Tylar looks a lot less mischievous when she's in dreamland.



It isn't Irish's bedtime though, so she works diligently on her homework.



Okay, so maybe not so diligently, all she has is a whole bunch of random doodles all over the page.
"There's just something weird in the air, like the feeling of chalk. Not necessarily wrong, just...weird." Irish mumbles to herself, slamming the book shut as she goes to explore this odd sensation. She's been a lot better about going with her gut feeling ever since she met ghost Ned in the backyard.



"Why does this new house smells like fish?" Irish asks herself as she wanders to her new neighbours house. She heard that Aliens were moving there, and the idea excites her. She's seen Calloway Kizzik around, and if he wasn't Isa's mate...yowza! That glittering skin, that beautiful blue hair...what could beat that?



She waits impatiently as she seems to wait at the door for hours. She's about to go home when...



...A shiny coco-skinned he-hulk comes out. He's hot, but Irish isn't really into older men, and she instintively knows that this man already has a mate. Someone...blue? A water nymph?
"Is there no available hot guys in this town?" Irish mentally moans, and she's startled when the man in front of her laughs. "Did I say that aloud?" Irish asks, and he shrugs.



"Your thoughts are rather loud, quite extravagant. No, exuberant. That's the phrase, yes? I cannot block them, I am sorry., Welcome to my home, come in." Irish is slightly disturbed that this male can read her thoughts, but she's curious about what an Alien's house looks like. Maybe he has a pet dragon? Plus, maybe he has a hot water nymph/alien son that she can eye-hump?"
"Yes, yes, hurry up madame." She blushes and rushes in.



She wanders into the home, looking at awe the grand pillars and dark colour. She would never want to live in a home like this, but it looks like royalty or something! What Irish finds odd though is that the alien magic seems to make things flicker and shimmer at odd times, like it's incompatible with human items.



She stops staring at the flickering decor, and meets eyes with the most handsome boy she's ever seen
"W-wow. I c-can't believe it. I would have never be- oh, I can't believe I have such a beautiful soul-mate. Wow." The beautiful alien stutters softly as his gaze meets hers.



His skin glitters, and is lighter then his fathers. He has soft purple eyes that pull at something in her heart, like his soul is beckoning to her from his eyes. She literally wants to swoon.



"Mm, I could so dip that." Irish thinks saucily, her eyes gleaming with lust. The alien boy laughs, then tries to cough.
"Remember, my father's still in the room, he can hear every thought of yours. You might want to keep things...kid appropriate for a while." The "until he's gone" isn't spoken, but Irish somehow knows. Irish's face grows tomato red as she realizes that not only the alien father heard her sexy bitch thoughts, but the hot alien boy too.
"Um, maybe I should just leave-"



The alien boy looks scared. "No! I mean, you're my soul-mate, Dad knows that. For human soul-mates, the, erm, sexual thoughts are strong. You can't really help it, I was just joking with you. I thought you would know, we feel like there's alien in your family." Irish is starting to get really weirded out by all this. She knew Calloway was an Alien, but she's never heard about all this psycho soul-mate stuff.
"I don't even know your name, let alone know if you're my soul-mate. Just because I think you're hot doesn't mean that I want to be with you forever." Irish is about to turn away, but he puts her hand on her shoulder.



"My name's Kipp Isfianiti, and your name is Irish Marlin. This soul-mate isn't some made up shit I'm doing to get laid, it's real. Look I know it's soon and everything, but I aged up in my homeland. When I knew who you were, I had to move next door, had to be near you." Kipp looks at Irish, his purple eyes glistening. Irish isn't having any part of it though.
"And that doesn't sound creepy." Irish stated in a sarcastic monotone.
"I know, I know. It's how we are though. You must know, there's an alien at your home."
"Calloway, he's Isa's boyfriend." Kipp looks astonished for a moment, then he nods knowingly.
"That bastard. No wonder you didn't know. I bet this Isa girl doesn't know either." Irish is becoming more frustrated as this conversation continues.
"Didn't know what? What the fuck are you talking about?" Irish has the sudden urge to stomp her feet.



Kipp looks over his shoulders, searching for his father over his shoulders. After a few seconds, he shakes his head softly and looks back at Irish.
"Well! Come on! What's going on?" Kipp looks straight into her eyes, and suddenly she feels warm and glittery.
"Irish, Calloway Kizzik is a half-blooded creature, not full-blooded like me. And no, don't look at me like that!" Irish is sheepish as she stops her death glare. "It doesn't matter to me what kind of blood Calloway has, really. Our children will be half-bloods, I have many friends in my home planet that are halfies. It's just that he can't have soul-mates like this, unless he performed some dark magicks."



"What the-" Irish is just confused now, she's spent all her anger. Magic doesn't exist. Does it?
"Wait Irish. Fuck, I have to move the plan up. Irish, darling, please forgive me. We're in danger, we need to get out of here now" He starts to chant, and Irish wants to speak out in protest, but she can't. It's like her voice is frozen. She suddenly feels very dizzy, and falls to the ground. Swirling black. She feels like she's flying into the unknown.



Tylar is starting to really like this place. Sure, she's doing homework instead of sleeping, but how could she sleep in her first day of existence? After a few minutes of long division, she stops suddenly. Goosebumps scatter all over her arms and legs, but yet she feels warm. Unbearably warm.



Tylar goes outside to clear her head and cool herself down. She takes a deep breath of fresh air. But she doesn't know what to do about this weird, queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, the air starts to shake, the land trembling uncertainly beneath her feet.
"Wha-" Tylar starts to scream, but she suddenly pops out of existence.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Chapter Forty-Four: The Clone Arrives

Irish leaves her room in a bundle of emotions, unable to watch her twin sob so viciously into her pillow. She walks into the hallway, where Roxanne has a small smirk on her face. Irish sees it for what it is though, she sees the upset trembling in her limbs, can almost feel the self-hatred lingering in her eyes.
"You slapped her." Irish whispers softly. Roxanne ducks her head and nods. She stares at the wooden floor for a moment, unable to meet Irish's eye, before escaping to her garden. Irish shakes her head softly, she wants to feel angry with Roxanne, but she knows that it's Nathalie's death that's causing her family to fall apart. Irish can see the pain and grief in those bright green eyes. Her family is grieving, and they are lashing out at each other to avoid the pain. She only feels pity, not anger, for Roxanne. She rushes off to her garden, where Irish knows she's going to beat herself up for what she's done.



After hours of avoiding her bedroom, Irish forces herself to sleep amidst the jagged sobs of her sister. Her dreams twist and swirl. Crystallized tears pouring out of haunted green eyes. Fire breathing dragons invading her home. Nathalie's body, bloody and bruised like a TV murder scene, pleading for life again. Tears run down her face as she sleeps, just like her sister.



 Isa wakes up with a sticky, tear-stained face. She forces herself to wake up and make some breakfast, despite the overwhelming dreariness.



Usually she feels a sense of accomplishment when she makes a successful meal, but she just feels tired. She didn't sleep well last night, her emotions rampant from the fight with Roxanne. She did mean what she said, but not in such a...harsh way. She just wants to hang out with her mother more, but she knows that gardening is hard work. And she remembers lots of times as a toddler and young child where Roxie doted on her, it's just faded away somewhat.



 Yes, she knows she needs to say sorry soon. But for now, she's going to stick with the self-pity. Maybe a night with Cally will give her enough strength to apologize properly to Roxanne?



Roxanne is laughing, smiling, but it's not happy. It's at the blink of sanity,  crying as she's laughing so damn hard that she can't breathe. Only her plants understand her, love her despite what a horrible person she is.



She pours her soul into the plant, revealing all her hidden emotions. How she feels so lonely, how she hardly sees Tyson anymore. How both Ned and Nathalie, pseudo-parents to her, were ripped out her life. How her babies are growing up, how they're suffering and she can't fix it. How she makes it worse, she hit her baby. Just like Ruby, but so much more precious.



She watches the wilted plant come back to life, and she knows that she needs to apologize. For being absent, for not stopping the fight before it got so bad. She's the adult here, she should have known better.



Tyson wants to cry himself, but not because of the fight. He doesn't know about it, being at work at the time. No, he's feeling like his children are growing up too fast. Isa has a boyfriend now, and it's only a matter of time with Irish. He has Roxanne, but even that's just not the same. He wants another baby, another kid to watch over.



He decides to take Roxanne to a romantic date at a Chinese Take Out place. It's dirty and has a weird smell emitting from the place, but he's sure there's no blue men lurking around here. And he couldn't talk about this at the house, where the twins might overhear his worries. They don't need anything else burdening them.



 Ty takes Roxanne's hands, not caring about the dirt caked underneath her nails. He loves her, and that's why he's going to tell her his heart's desire.
"Roxanne, I took you out here for a reason. I want another baby Roxie, with you."



She starts to shake softly at his request, how could she raise a baby after what she did? "I-I dunno Ty. I don't feel like I'm a good enough mother to raise another child." A tear fell down her cheek, and Tyson wiped it away.
"Why do you feel that way Roxie? You're providing for the family, and you clearly love our babies." Tyson whispers softly, but it makes Roxanne cry even harder.



 "Ty, you ne-need to know something. I slapped Isa yesterday. I feel so bad, but I can't take it back. I hurt my baby." Tyson is shocked and furious.
"Wh-h-why? Why did you? You hit our baby?" Tyson is upset, and tears run down his face. He can't believe it.
"I was so upset, and I saw Ruby and she sounded just like her! It was so wrong! I'm so sorry Ty! I'm so damn sorry, I don't know how to say it to her."



 Tyson takes a deep breath, he knows that Ruby was a horrible bitch to Roxanne, but it doesn't excuse what she did.
"You know you did wrong here Roxie. I-I still think you're a wonderful mother. Do you think Ruby Broke would shed a tear over hitting you?" Roxanne shakes her head softly. "I want another baby, as long as you promise never to hit our children again." She nods ferociously, feeling so guilty over the situation.



"I will, I promise. But I can't have another baby Ty. I need to be taking care of the garden, and I'm not as young as I was with Isa and Irish. Maybe adoption is the answer?" Tyson looks pensive for a moment, before nodding softly.
"I think I got the perfect solution sweetheart, it'll be a surprise." Roxanne looks skeptical, but nods. She grabs his arm, and they meet, closer and closer until...



...They kiss. In the passion of the moment, all is forgiven.



"Mm, Tyson." So soft and sweet, his lips tingle as they meet
"Roxie" One word, yet so much passion and fire is behind it.
"I love you." His heart flutters, he just can't get enough of her.
"I love you too." He mumbles as they kiss. He only wishes that his plan could include her DNA. He sees her in the twins everyday, and he wants that experience again. But he knows that despite biological differences, Roxanne will love this child like her own. Despite her mistakes, he loves her, will love her forever, no matter what she does.



 Tylar Marlin is confused, freaked out, and tired. Mostly tired. She first gained awareness at the Science Facility, where they probed her endlessly looking for something called a "penis". After a while, they just shoved her at this cop dude, who happens to look a lot like her. Then they drove in the skull cop car and walked in this place. She thought the madness was over for a while, but then the cop dude stopped walking and stared waving his hands like an insane man.



She just isn't sure what's going on. Or whether she even wants to know what's going on. She would sneak away, but she isn't sure if there's even a bed in this strange place.



She thinks she hates the colour green now, there's so much of it in this hallway. Seriously, who decorated this place?
"HURRAY!" Tylar jumps backwards as the insane cop dude starts cheering endlessly. She wants to run away, but some freaky magic is compelling her to stay. Maybe the magic people want to scare her to death?



"Oh god, I think this is suppose to be my family!" Tylar glares at the man waving a freaky noisy thing around as he screams on the top of my lungs. "Did I do something in my past life to deserve to live in this...green infested den? Though I do kind of like the bathroom, rocks and sand stuff are cool." Tylar muses to herself.



 After a while longer of thinking over her situation, she shrugs. "Eh, I guess it's better then the Science Facility."



 Okay, that was before the insane cop dude erupted into glitter.



"Though the guy does look a bit scared, maybe he didn't expect the glitter?" She mutters softly, and shakes her head. "Why does he have glitter anyway? Am I hallucinating?"



 She reaches out and feels the tingly glittery sensation around her hand.
"Nope, this is just a crazy world I live in."



Irish walks in as Tyson declares he's now an adult. She's shocked, but not by the birthday. Or even that there's a girl here. No, it's who the girl looks like that freaks Irish out.




 "Um Dad, why is there a girl clone of you here?"