Story Time Contest: Hero Edition
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26th Jul 2012 at 3:17 AM
Oh boy I was cutting it close! Only about 3 hours till the official deadline and I am finally finished!
Previously on my unnamed (for now) story-time-contest story:
Suki has had it tough. Her mother died when she was five, her father is a ruthless business man who would do anything for money, and Suki herself is trapped in his game that has been going on for generations. Others may think she has the perfect life being a millionaire's daughter, but they don't know the secrets that lie behind closed doors. As the business gets more powerful, so does her father; and Suki hasn't even learned half of the secrets that he keeps from her, especially one that could change her life forever.
The smell of coffee wafted through the air. It was a pleasant scent; and anything, even a small thing such as that, made Suki's life a little more
bearable. She was seated at a quaint little coffee shop in the city. Taxis' were passing by, and people were rushing to and from places. The daily hustle and bustle that was the norm for a city was picking up its pace, and the small coffee shop was nearly empty because of it.
A tall man entered the coffee shop, his entire appearance was dark and mysterious in the nice environment of the cafe. His eyes scrutinized the small store in search of someone, and quickly paused over Suki.
In a normal situation, with normal customers in a perfectly mundane coffee
shop, the man would have gone up to the counter, ordered his coffee, drank it, and left. This, however, was not normal circumstances. The man was on a mission that did not involve getting coffee at all, and Suki knew it as soon as he stepped through the clear, glass doors.
Just as soon as he spotted her, he began to walk over to Suki and took the seat directly across from her.
"My name is Agent Wilson," said the mysterious man as he
extended a hand towards her.
Suki did not respond, nor did she shake his hand.
"I presume you speak English?" Agent Wilson asked.
"And I presume that was a rhetorical question?" Suki said inanimately.
"Do you know why I'm here?"
"No, I reckon not. I am here on behalf of the CIA. We would like to request your help on taking down a well known criminal."
"Well then, sir, you have come a long way from home for nothing. I am not the... helping type." Suki said. She was beginning to get annoyed by the so-called 'agent' and wanted her peace and quiet back. She started to get up from her seat.
"I am sorry you feel that way," He stated. "But we believe that you will want to help us with this based off of a common interest." There was a pause.
"I'm listening." She said, finally a little bit intrigued by the conversation and sat back down.
"We are going after the man that killed your mother."
It's funny how fast time flies
, Suki thought to herself. The memory that she was thinking of had happened over six months ago. She had just overheard Bohdin telling little Esho about that event.
But he doesn't know everything that happened.
Suki peered over at her friend and his pupil. The young boy sent a pang of emotions through her, emotions that she did not want to feel. He reminded her too much of Owl. His age, height, even hair color. But he was not Owl. He was not the little boy that saved her life.
Suki walked out of the Cafe in anger. The horrible agent had told her nothing. Sure, he seemed like he was getting to a point when he brought up her mother, but he didn't. All he wanted was for her to meet him somewhere else to talk more privately. As if the nearly empty coffee shop wasn't enough. He had told her that it had to do with someone she knew, someone whom she was close to, someone who had many spies. All the information he gave had just caused her to have more questions.
How did he know who killed my mother? How did he find me? Why was he only coming to me now?
Suki walked down the street, blending in with the rest of the crowd as she walked all the way to the outskirts of the city and to her home. She got inside and went straight to her room, wanting to avoid any and all conversations with her father. As soon as she was in her room she reached for her cell phone to talk to Bohdin and tell him about her day. Next to her phone in her pocket, was a note.The agent must have been very skilled if even she had not noticed that he had slipped it into her pocket.
Do not trust him.
He's a devil in disguise.
You know who I am talking about.
Meet at the park at 7:30 sharp tomorrow.
Bring the bracelet.
Bring the bracelet?
Suki asked herself.
She paced around her room trying to figure out what it all meant. Then she looked through her jewelry box, realizing what bracelet he meant. It was her mother's bracelet. It was the only thing she had left of her. But it was exactly that, a bracelet; nothing more than a memory. She remembered how she used to wear it all the time until she had almost lost it when she was younger. She had solved one question brought up from the note, but was still clueless on who the him was in the message. She hid the note away, slipped the bracelet on, and went downstairs for dinner with her father.
The dining room was as formal as ever. The china was set out, the chandelier was shimmering, and the table was so large it looked as if fifteen people could have been seated comfortably. There were only two people at this table though. Suki felt like there was a wall of tension smashing into her and trying to push her out of the room the minute she entered.
"How was your day?" He father asked, trying to start a civilized small talk.
"Mine was excellent." He said, ignoring what Suki had mumbled. "I made an extraordinary business deal with some new colleagues. I would like you to meet them soon. They are very nice people. They even have a son about your age that you might like."
"No thank you." Suki said.
"What was that?"
"I said no. I do not want to meet another group of rude snobs that you do business with." Suki said. She normally never spoke back to her father, but today she was in an angry mood.
"Suki! How dare you? You will not disrespect me! I have given you everything you have ever wanted. We have an excellent life and lots of money. I have even allowed you to assist me in my work. What more could you want!?" He spoke his words quickly and with anger, getting louder and louder as he continued.
"My mother." Suki muttered. There was silence.
Mr. Toshihiro dropped his fork and looked down, grief and sadness filled his eyes. "I am sorry about your mother, Suki. I miss her too. Every minute of every day," He paused and looked at his daughter. "But she is gone. She has been gone for a long time now. It's time we move on."
The sun had only just risen into the sky of the early morning, basking everything with fresh light. There were very few people in the park, Suki being one of them. She sat on a bench and looked at her watch for the tenth time in the past minute. It was still 7:28. Patience was not a virtue that she was known for having.
After a grueling two minutes that seemed to take forever, Agent Wilson appeared and began to walk towards her.
"I had my doubts, you know. I nearabout thought you weren't going to show." The Agent chuckled. "Reckon I owe the guys back at HQ ten bucks." His southern accent was more pronounced since the last time Suki had seen him; as if he wasn't trying to hide it anymore.
"What?" Suki inquired, completely bewildered by the way he spoke.
He laughed again, a real laugh with a smile that reached his normally serious eyes. Looking closer at him, Suki could see that his eyes were a stunning green, and she enjoyed how they looked when he was laughing.
"Sorry, I forgot that certain words are clearly American. Bucks is dollars, and HQ is where you are going to come with me to go; it's our headquarters."
"I am going nowhere until you tell me what is going on." Suki said.
"Sorry, Princess. You just gotta trust me." He said in perfect nearly Japanese.
"How come you didn't tell me you spoke Japanese?" Suki said. They had been silent for a majority of their journey to the 'HQ'. The building's exterior had an insurance company facade that no one thought was suspicious. They even had an actual insurance agency on the first floor as a cover. Agent Wilson led Suki down a hall and to an elevator. The elevator said there were 40 stories, but he did not press any one of the buttons. Instead he inserted a key that was hung on a string around his neck and pressed a button that had nothing on it.
"You never asked." He said smugly as the elevator closed and descended into a secret area.
"You still should have told me."
When the elevator came to a stop, Suki and Agent Wilson entered a long and dull hallway. Everything was grey, from the cemented walls and floors to the metal doors.
"As you can see, we are really big on decorating here." Agent Wilson remarked. Suki smiled. "Hey, there's a rare sight! First time you have smiled. For a second there, I thought you were a zombie with no feelings."
"I have feelings," she replied, her smile replaced with a look of contemplation.
They continued walking down a few corridors until they got to the door that Agent Wilson wanted. Inside the room there were couches, a desk and a coffee table, almost like a waiting room or an office.
"Have a seat." He said.
"Are you going to explain now, Agent Wilson?" Suki said angrily.
"Well, where would you like me to start?"
"My mother. What happened to her?" She said quietly.
"Your mother was like me; an agent for the CIA." He started. "Her mission was to infiltrate Mr. Toshihiro's business and take it down from the inside."
"But she married my father! She loved him. She didn't take down the business, and she certainly did not want to!" Suki was confused.
"Is that what your father told you? How do you suppose she died?" He questioned.
"A car accident. It was a car accident. I was only five."
"It wasn't a car accident Suki, your father lied."
"Why? Why would he lie?"
Agent Wilson looked at her with empathy, he understood what it was like to lose someone. He also understood how it felt to be lied to by someone you cared about. Agent Wilson reached out and put his hand on Suki's shoulder.
"He was the one who killed her."
: The Atoner
Chapter 1 Plot Point:
Chapter 2 Plot Point:
The Cake Was a Lie
Hair, Eyes, Skin, Clothes (All Allowed)
14 (This is not including the picture for the summary.)
1797 (I just realized that I went over. I Thought the amount was 1800)
"He's a devil in disguise..."
The 'Hero Costume' for my character isn't so much a 'costume' as it is just something she always has. The Bracelet is going to be Suki's "Costume"
She is always going to have it on from this point on, and later you will see that it symbolizes something important.
"Don't mistake coincidence for fate."