small update: The Awakening
“Oh my god…” Was all Dareli said. This was enough for Daniel to jump quickly to her computer and read the text for himself.
“You don’t know me, but please read this, its life or death here. Well, it’s a friend’s life anyway. Your friend to be exact. He’s probably standing behind you right now, typing away on his computer. Can not say his name for this box is being read by the pravus mariposa. I am sorry to tell you, but you and your friend must leave the country. Not just your state, but country. Change your name and get as far as possible. I will contact you through out the days and meet you were you are safe, for I am one of you and I will always know where you are. Goodbye, take my word, please.”
Both Daniel and Dareli just stared at the screen as John666DB signed off. Dareli quickly printed the short IM conversation and shut down her computer, afraid of whoever the Pravus Mariposa was. Daniel sat on her bed and stared at nothing, thinking deeply, as Dareli racked her brain about the two words.
“Pravus Mariposa? What in the hell is that? The first word is Latin for Evil, but I don’t know about the second.” Dareli whispered, looking closer at the paper as if the answer would jump out and bite her.
“Butterfly. Spanish. Evil Butterfly.” Daniel said in short burst, never stringing his words into a real sentence. Dareli stared at him in silent confusion before going back to the printed document.
“Evil butterfly, huh? Weird. You’re being stalked by a freakin’ multi lingual butterfly? And we have to leave the country? Where are we going to go, and how do we know this is real?” Dareli angrily said, shoving the paper towards Daniel.
“Three years ago you were captured by a sadistic evil hidden brother and you think this is weird?” Daniel said unmoving, Dareli looking away in shameful anger.
“Do you believe him?” Dareli replied.
“Not really.”
“Then why are you defending him?”
“I think we should follow this, true or not.”
“Why in the hell would we do that?”
“Because I don’t really feel like dying Dareli.”
Dareli sighed and leaned back, rubbing a hand through her hair. After a few minutes of silent thinking, Dareli leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, and peered over at Daniel.
“So where are we going?” Dareli finally said through a defeated sigh.
“Don’t you have friends in about every country...and state?”
“Yes, but none can offer me rooms, they still live with family or room mates that won’t allow it. If they did, I would be visiting every continent right about now.” Daniel said when Dareli finished, visibly upset by something he thought of.
“I…might…know where to go.” Daniel finally said, looking out the window and trailing his hand along the wall for the snake to follow.
“You didn’t say that like you want to go there. Where is it? Or better yet, who?” Dareli asked, trying to see the reaction on Daniel’s face. With a sigh he dropped his hand and looked at Dareli with a faint saddening gleam in his eye.
“Ireland.”
“And why is Ireland so bad, who are we staying with?”
“My family.” Daniel said after a long, depressing pause. Dareli looked shocked and sat back in her chair, staring at Daniel who still didn’t look at her.
“You have family? Then why are you here?”
“Because I hate them.”
Dareli grew silent, not even wanting to ask what was so bad with his family, and walked over to her phone. In the draw underneath it, she pulled out a small book that contained endless phone numbers, picking out the six numbers of her rescue group and calling each. The conversations were short, Dareli explained where they were going, a false reason why, and trying to deny them access to come. But, once she hung up with her last call to James, Devin made arrangements for the group to stay with her large family who resided in Ireland, leaving out Daniel and Dareli for there was no room and they were set on where they were going, wanting to be away from the group.
Dareli put the phone back in its holder and paused, thinking, a confused look on her face.
“Hey Daniel…” Dareli started to ask, looking at Daniel who lay on the bed and threw a ball against the ceiling, making the monkey that was drawn on there flip out at every bounce and mess with her light bulb.
“What?” Daniel said, laughing at the sight of the black and white monkey.
“Does anybody know what happened to Joon?”
The statue was amazingly beautiful. Daniel and Dareli smiled down at the two, mother and daughter, etched in stone all through life. Joon looked exactly like her mother, a few distinct characteristics to split there looks. Cura was her beautiful self, the familiar depressed beauty in a dust ridden attic, but this was different. Cura almost shined, she looked so happy, holding her long lost daughter close, who look just as happy. They were stunning in stone, together forever in an attic to watch over the Pension.
After a while, Daniel edged Dareli out of her content stare and nodded towards the stairs. A bus was waiting for them outside to take Pam, Devin, Kat, Daniel, Dareli, Anthony, Shannon and James all to the airport. Taking her hand, Daniel lead Dareli out and down the stairs, Dareli checking over her shoulders at the mother and daughter, feeling slight envy for the mother she never had.
Outside, Pamela, Katherine and Devin were all decorating the bus, Pam drawing evil smile’s, Katherine drawing moving cats with Devin’s pen, and Devin drawing beer mugs and Irish clovers in any spot left. Anthony and James threw a small bag back and forth, playing monkey in the middle with Shannon, who did not look very pleased. Daniel caught the bag in mid air and handed it to Shannon, who thanked him promptly and screamed at Anthony and James, the force knocking them off their feet and into some prickly holly bushes, a big smile on her face as she loaded the bus. The rest of the crew boarded after Shannon and Daniel, all the bags in the front and everybody in the back, each one having their own seat as they had their own personal bus. The airport was four hours away as they lived in the middle of the woods, so they all settled down comfortably in their seats.
About thirty minutes into the ride, laughing at various stories and jokes, Dareli’s cell phone vibrated. Startled, she quickly picked it up and answered it. She didn’t even say hello, but after a few seconds, she threw the cell phone out the window and sat back in her seat, a look of pure anger on her face. Everybody gasped, some laughed, but Daniel was just confused, nervously laughing a little bit.
“What the hell was that all about?” Anthony asked, looking out the window to the shattered cell phone, that still rung stubbornly.
“I didn’t feel like talking him him.” Dareli said harshly.
“You don’t know me, but please read this, its life or death here. Well, it’s a friend’s life anyway. Your friend to be exact. He’s probably standing behind you right now, typing away on his computer. Can not say his name for this box is being read by the pravus mariposa. I am sorry to tell you, but you and your friend must leave the country. Not just your state, but country. Change your name and get as far as possible. I will contact you through out the days and meet you were you are safe, for I am one of you and I will always know where you are. Goodbye, take my word, please.”
Both Daniel and Dareli just stared at the screen as John666DB signed off. Dareli quickly printed the short IM conversation and shut down her computer, afraid of whoever the Pravus Mariposa was. Daniel sat on her bed and stared at nothing, thinking deeply, as Dareli racked her brain about the two words.
“Pravus Mariposa? What in the hell is that? The first word is Latin for Evil, but I don’t know about the second.” Dareli whispered, looking closer at the paper as if the answer would jump out and bite her.
“Butterfly. Spanish. Evil Butterfly.” Daniel said in short burst, never stringing his words into a real sentence. Dareli stared at him in silent confusion before going back to the printed document.
“Evil butterfly, huh? Weird. You’re being stalked by a freakin’ multi lingual butterfly? And we have to leave the country? Where are we going to go, and how do we know this is real?” Dareli angrily said, shoving the paper towards Daniel.
“Three years ago you were captured by a sadistic evil hidden brother and you think this is weird?” Daniel said unmoving, Dareli looking away in shameful anger.
“Do you believe him?” Dareli replied.
“Not really.”
“Then why are you defending him?”
“I think we should follow this, true or not.”
“Why in the hell would we do that?”
“Because I don’t really feel like dying Dareli.”
Dareli sighed and leaned back, rubbing a hand through her hair. After a few minutes of silent thinking, Dareli leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, and peered over at Daniel.
“So where are we going?” Dareli finally said through a defeated sigh.
“Don’t you have friends in about every country...and state?”
“Yes, but none can offer me rooms, they still live with family or room mates that won’t allow it. If they did, I would be visiting every continent right about now.” Daniel said when Dareli finished, visibly upset by something he thought of.
“I…might…know where to go.” Daniel finally said, looking out the window and trailing his hand along the wall for the snake to follow.
“You didn’t say that like you want to go there. Where is it? Or better yet, who?” Dareli asked, trying to see the reaction on Daniel’s face. With a sigh he dropped his hand and looked at Dareli with a faint saddening gleam in his eye.
“Ireland.”
“And why is Ireland so bad, who are we staying with?”
“My family.” Daniel said after a long, depressing pause. Dareli looked shocked and sat back in her chair, staring at Daniel who still didn’t look at her.
“You have family? Then why are you here?”
“Because I hate them.”
Dareli grew silent, not even wanting to ask what was so bad with his family, and walked over to her phone. In the draw underneath it, she pulled out a small book that contained endless phone numbers, picking out the six numbers of her rescue group and calling each. The conversations were short, Dareli explained where they were going, a false reason why, and trying to deny them access to come. But, once she hung up with her last call to James, Devin made arrangements for the group to stay with her large family who resided in Ireland, leaving out Daniel and Dareli for there was no room and they were set on where they were going, wanting to be away from the group.
Dareli put the phone back in its holder and paused, thinking, a confused look on her face.
“Hey Daniel…” Dareli started to ask, looking at Daniel who lay on the bed and threw a ball against the ceiling, making the monkey that was drawn on there flip out at every bounce and mess with her light bulb.
“What?” Daniel said, laughing at the sight of the black and white monkey.
“Does anybody know what happened to Joon?”
The statue was amazingly beautiful. Daniel and Dareli smiled down at the two, mother and daughter, etched in stone all through life. Joon looked exactly like her mother, a few distinct characteristics to split there looks. Cura was her beautiful self, the familiar depressed beauty in a dust ridden attic, but this was different. Cura almost shined, she looked so happy, holding her long lost daughter close, who look just as happy. They were stunning in stone, together forever in an attic to watch over the Pension.
After a while, Daniel edged Dareli out of her content stare and nodded towards the stairs. A bus was waiting for them outside to take Pam, Devin, Kat, Daniel, Dareli, Anthony, Shannon and James all to the airport. Taking her hand, Daniel lead Dareli out and down the stairs, Dareli checking over her shoulders at the mother and daughter, feeling slight envy for the mother she never had.
Outside, Pamela, Katherine and Devin were all decorating the bus, Pam drawing evil smile’s, Katherine drawing moving cats with Devin’s pen, and Devin drawing beer mugs and Irish clovers in any spot left. Anthony and James threw a small bag back and forth, playing monkey in the middle with Shannon, who did not look very pleased. Daniel caught the bag in mid air and handed it to Shannon, who thanked him promptly and screamed at Anthony and James, the force knocking them off their feet and into some prickly holly bushes, a big smile on her face as she loaded the bus. The rest of the crew boarded after Shannon and Daniel, all the bags in the front and everybody in the back, each one having their own seat as they had their own personal bus. The airport was four hours away as they lived in the middle of the woods, so they all settled down comfortably in their seats.
About thirty minutes into the ride, laughing at various stories and jokes, Dareli’s cell phone vibrated. Startled, she quickly picked it up and answered it. She didn’t even say hello, but after a few seconds, she threw the cell phone out the window and sat back in her seat, a look of pure anger on her face. Everybody gasped, some laughed, but Daniel was just confused, nervously laughing a little bit.
“What the hell was that all about?” Anthony asked, looking out the window to the shattered cell phone, that still rung stubbornly.
“I didn’t feel like talking him him.” Dareli said harshly.