The Narrator

Remember Her

I walked down the hall to my room thinking about what my dad had said.  In all this place was big, there were 14 rooms and they had a hall being dug out for more rooms to be built.  The middle of the hall has a doorway that leads to the meeting room, in the center, there is the table we sat at yesterday.  They told me to the left of the meeting room is the Kitchen and to the right the storage and training area.  This place had a modern Japanese-style look, the meeting room itself was a big dome.  The entree to the room was through the stairway we came in, they make it look like a dojo to not arouse suspicion if someone would happen to look down here.  The kitchen is white with metal counters and plenty of different cooking utensils.  The storage room has rafters that connect and lift up the ceiling, there are many boxes most of them containing things about everyone’s pasts.  Walking to the left of the Storage is the Training room, there is a rock wall and everywhere else is metal or cushioning.  I walk in to watch Preston and David fighting with bamboo sticks.

“You really think you’re gonna knock me down, its never been different than any other time,”  David said, annoyed because they say they do this quite often.

“Maybe, all it takes is for you to lose focus for one second and I have you.”  As Preston said this David lost his balance and fell to the ground with a bang.

I go into the room clapping and say, “Congratulations, you finally defeated your arch enemy.”

David looks up at me confused and asks, “How long have you been standing there?”

“An Hour,”  I said referring to that really old movie that he probably hasn’t even seen.

David laughs, “You know, your probably going to be the weirdest one of us here.”

“Hey,”  Preston says cutting his arm off with a sword, “And what about me,”  I see his arm grow back as if nothing happened.

“Does that even hurt?”  I ask.

“No, and why would it,”  Preston said looking me dead in the eyes, he was serious about it, if that wasn’t a serious face I don’t know what is.

I look at him weirdly, “Because normally when you chop your arm off you feel it.”

“Only thing I’ve felt were two instances, one when my mother and father were slaughtered in front of me.  And two when I told Sarah I liked her.”  He was smiling about it, “Sarah tried to kill my sister Paiton after that, I don’t like people who try and kill my family.  So that’s why Sarah’s here, as long as she helps kill the people who killed my parents.  I don’t kill her and her family, least those of her family that’s still alive.”  All of this Preston said in a tone that surprised me.  He didn’t seem to care anymore, he just wanted revenge.

I started walking away saying, “Bye, have fun with chopping your arms off, and please don’t make a mess.  My dad put me on janitorial duty.”

David smirked and said, “Ok, I’ll make sure there is a bunch of nice neat messes perfectly spread out from one another.”

I rolled my eyes and continued walking on to my room.  I stopped briefly in front of Rylee’s room considering whether or not I should talk to her now.  I chose not to and continued on to my room, I walked inside and saw my bed, desk and chair all in perfect condition.  Finding furniture would have to be a struggle in these times.  I sat at my desk and thought.

I grabbed a notebook on my way through storage and opened it up.  I picked up my pencil and began to write, Dear Rylee, I don’t really like talking in person so I guess I’ll just write,  I remember you.  In school, you were there, I liked you a lot according to my dad.  I don’t remember much of what happened.  All I can remember is your face then, it was just as beautiful as ever.  My dad said I asked him, “Is she an angel.”  I don’t remember what happened after that, I still remember you, and I still like you even now.  Please write back, I’d rather not speak in person yet.  I signed off the letter and walked down the hall, quickly I dropped it down Rylee’s mail shoot outside her room and rushed back to my room.  I hope something good becomes of this.