Post by RICHARD BECKETT on Jan 10, 2011 16:55:41 GMT -5
EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
C A S T L E W A L L S
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE
By now, without the least warning, she set up a noise like a pig having its throat cut. "Oh, my God!" she cried. "I see it all. I see it all now. It was Father Lavigny. He's mad - religious mania. He thinks women are sinful. He's killing them all. First Mrs Leidner - then Miss Johnson. And next it will be me..."
With a scream of frenzy she flung herself across the room and clutched Dr. Reilly's coat.
"I won't stay here, I tell you! I won't stay here a day longer. There's danger. There's danger all around. He's hiding somewhere - waiting his time. He'll spring out on me!"
Her mouth opened and she began screaming again.
...
Except, it wasn't the screaming of Mrs. Mercado that Richard heard. In fact, he didn't know why he was dreaming about Agatha Christie's Murder in Mesopotamia. It was quite odd. Richard didn't usually dream of criminal novels he read years ago. If anything, he dreamed of crimes that he could write about, or crimes he had recently read about. So what possible meaning could this dream hold?
Richard Beckett heard more screaming as he slowly woke himself up from his slumber. He felt disoriented - he couldn't tell whether he was lying on his back, side, stomach - or if he even was lying. His head was pounding and all the sounds very fuzzy. In the background he heard more screams, running, water crashing against something. He could smell fire burning.
Fire burning?!
Alexis! Where was Alexis?!
Richard opened his eyes, everything still quite blurry and spinny. He was in fact lying down. But someone had moved him - he could tell. He was far away from the main wreck, which clearly crashed into the cliffs. But he was moved to a more shaded area, near the jungle.
Wait, wait, wait. This was all just not. making. sense.
Where were they and where was his daughter? Why did everyone seem so chaotic and stressed out?
Then, his memories began to come back in painful flashes. He remembered being in the plane, laughing with his daughter and talking of potential crime scenes he could write about. He happened to be staring out the window when he saw the left wing of the plane catch fire. And then soon after the plane went through turbulence and then it started going down. The plane crashed in the water as other bits and pieces crashed to the beach.
In panic everyone who could must have tried to swim to shore. But Richard had lost consciousness on the plane after a suitcase had fallen on his head (which, right now seemed to be wrapped in a random t-shirt). So, someone obviously had taken care of him. But---
"Where is my daughter?!" Richard bellowed, as loud as he could. He attempted to get on his feet, but ended up only collapsing on the warm sound. The crash and the head injury had clearly messed him up a bit. But right now, he did not care about his own health. He cared about his daughter and her well-being.
"Where is Alexis?! ALEXIS! ALEXIS!" Richard yelled as he tried to make his way through the beach. He needed to find his daughter. Richard wasn't much of a prayer, but right now he was praying to Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Jove, Zeus and all other bloody Gods he could think of. He just needed his daughter to be alright.
THIS POST GOES OUT TO ANYONE! AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE COMPLETED! THERE ARE ABOUT 579 WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING THIS, BUT JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE RAGGED UP, OF COURSE. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT BE GENTLE WITH MY BECKETT. HE JUST SUFFERED A PLANE CRASH... OH WAIT. SO DID YOU. :] AND, THE 'PROLOGUE' PASSAGE IN ITALICS IS TAKEN FROM AGATHA CHRISTIE'S 'MURDER IN MESOPOTAMIA', WORD-FOR-WORD, SO NONE OF THAT IS MY OWN. :] . CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.
