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Chapter Sixteen : Walking Together
Lynn Vandestine
"So, your mother and Martha were friends?" he asks, putting his elbows on the table.
Sam gulps her chocolate coffee, nodding. "Yeah. She pretended at first that she didn't care and she didn't want to tell me about her, then I pushed her about her death and then it turned out Martha tried to mess up Mom and Dad's relationship a few times," she looks up at him. "She's sad, though."
"It's obvious. I knew her for a short time and she seemed like a good person," he says slowly, didn't forget her help. When he was being starved and beaten up in the basement of a deserted house, located in the end of the city, Martha sneakily helped him by bringing food and water, although she knew The Conditorem would murder her, if they found out. Yet she helped him.
"Do you know anything about her husband?" he suddenly blurts the question.
"Hmm, his name is Poseidon Stewart, a professor of biology," she replies. "Martha and Poseidon were divorced,
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Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Seventeen : Prison Life
San Quentin State Prison"Open cell forty," the officer shouts at the walkie-talkie and with a disgusting sound, the cell bars-door is opened.Mahone steps in the cell."Close cell forty," behind him, the fat officer shouts again and the door of this tiny, sultry cell is closed again. Mahone puts the white clothes in the edge of the lower bed, then glances at the man lying on the upper bed. The man is less older than fifty, not so big in his body, but he can't see his face, because his back is turned to him.Dear new cellmate, Mahone utters silently, then drops himself on the single bed. Who knows what kind of criminal you are. A psychopath? Child abuser? Sex defender? A murderer? Or maybe, if God helps, a drug dealer? He sighs and puts an arm below of his head, shutting his eyes."Why aren't you in juvenile prison?" a deep, gentle voice comes from the upper bed.Mahone lifts himself up, "Who are you?"He hears a chuckle in reply. "It
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Eighteen : Competition
Samlin Greenham"When is our competition gonna start?" I ask a girl from our team, Ally and sit on a bench."Boys team first. Then us," she replies. Today is the competition, I've been worrying about. It's not a big deal, just the selection for a captain. But somehow it feels a big deal to me, I'm not ready to hand my title to a new swimmer, when I've been the captain for three years.Five hundred yards freestyle.A crowd has already formed around the pool. The captain of the boys team is Brian Hardy. I usually don't consider people who aren't my friends, but if you asked me how his character was, I'd say he was nosy and clingy.Well, now he's coming. I look away."Hey, Sam." He shows a stupid grin, then turns to Ally, "Hey, Sis. How's my mother?"Brian is her elder brother and Jesus knows, if he ever stayed at home. Smoking pot, getting high, making out with random girls, are h
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Nineteen : I Still Fight For Love
Ninth lap. The last lap.I breath out, trying to swim more quickly. I don't know how many minutes have passed, but it feels like I'm doing my best.I have to prove.I have to prove that I'm not broken. I've suffered enough, I'm still hurting, but I'm not broken, Brian.And suddenly I touch the platform and lift me up, breathing heavily. I put off the goggles and remove the swimming cap from my head.Maria wraps a towel around my shoulder, grinning happily. "You did awesome, girl."I look up at the scoreboard.Samlin Greenham - 11:38.04 sPrisi Nessa Heuvel - 11:50.33 sAllyson Hardy - 11:57.45 sI laugh. I obviously beat Brian and my score is super close to Lynn. Coincidence, ha!"I beat him.""Beat 'Brian The Ass'? Looks like so." She says to me, it feels good to watch her smile at me, be friendly with me."Yeah. Um, thank you bringing the towel.""Aunt Lo
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty : The Father Who Died
Calgary, CanadaJune 2011Lynn Vandestine"I don't think we're going to the jazz festival," sighed Mahone, biting his nails."Stop doing that. Gross!" Lynn spoke with a hint of discomfort in his voice, watching his brother behind of a newspaper, also reading."This?" he held up his index finger, then cut the nail with his teeth, throwing it at him. "Want more?" he laughed, teasing him."You're disgusting!" Lynn threw the paper at him, shaking himself. It was a bright day of summer, their house was at the Edgemont neighborhood, an amazing place with mountains view. The Vandestine Castle had been standing there for generations, shining by its history. It had been almost two weeks since June had started, it was the time in Calgary for the international jazz festival. Though it seemed like their father wouldn't agree with them to go to the festival and enjoy."It takes four hours from here to
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty-one : Spinning Neurons
Samlin Greenham"I told Emilia about the real you," I pull out a grass from the ground, watching it closely. "I don't like lying to my best friend.""It's fine," the corner of his mouth moves up as a smile. "As long as she doesn't spread that I'm twenty-four years old and didn't even finish college. In the meantime, it's cool."I laugh, my eyes focusing at the sky. You might wonder where I am now. You do remember Alone Five, the tiny mountain, right? Like that, this place is Alone Two, a strangely beauteous fountain, it has a pretty little garden in front of it, full with wildflowers. And that's where I'm lying on, my mind is peaceful, quiet, Lynn is beside me. I inhale deeply, feeling the smell of flowers and fresh air and leaves of the trees."My eyes aren't burning looking up at the sky anymore. Maybe it will rain," he speaks in a low tone, then places his arms under his head. "Someday the sun shines so bright, so my eyes hurt
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty-two : Stab Them, But Don't Kill Them
San Quentin State Prison Mahone smugly steps in the lunchroom, holding his food tray, thinking it would be right if he sat alone somewhere. He roams around the whole place, the only partially empty table is at the back of room, where Two G is sitting and eating is food alone."Watch out, fag!" A toothless and bald headed man snarls at him, because he accidentally bumped with his leg.Mahone scowls at him, then smiles at the inmate, "I'll watch out, but I'm not fag, buddy. You might want to change that word."The toothless man stares at him for a moment, then starts to laugh, his whole body shaking. "You trust me, fag, you ain't gonna wanna talk back with me," he stands up from his group, glaring at him.Mahone glances down at food tray, "And you also don't want cheese and fruit juice on your bald head, do you?"A thin guy of his group abruptly stands between them, then turns to Mahone, "Look, you don't know who you're talking to
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty-three : From The Behind
Samlin Greenham"Are you still mad at me?" I ask Emilia, panting, because I just sprinted two hundred meters in the running track. "Look, I know Lynn's__ hiding his identity, but he has some serious reasons for that.""Practically, I'm not mad at you," Em pulls out a story book from her bag. "I'm just worried about what the reasons are you're not telling me. Is he escaping from jail or something? That's why he changed his face so that nobody could recognize him?"I sigh and take a seat beside her. Actually, I never asked Lynn why he had a plastic surgery. I know he looks different from my memories, but it doesn't matter when even my memories aren't clear. "He's not escaping from jail. Some evil people are trying to find him and kill him.""Why would evil companions want to kill him? Then he must have done somethin' like he's worth of it," she looks down at her book."C'mon, Em. It's not like that," I open a water bottle, the temperature is re
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty-four : Plan Or No Plan
Lynne VandestineHe reads the letter again."Stop trying to get your brother out, Stanley. Even if you can't see, he's safe in the prison. Your attempts won't do any good. Find me Garrett Greenham, I'll think of bailing your brother out. - Malum Feingold"The envelope was sealed with the symbol of The Conditorem, a white swift bird, with long, pointed wings."Are you okay?" Kramer asks softly seeing his devastated look. "Did something happen?"Lynn throws the letter on the table, "I got this letter from Malum. Warned me to not help my brother and find him Mr. Greenham.""Why are you worrying? It's just a stupid threatening letter," Kramer folds his arms. "Anyway, Olive said he missed you. He also wanted you to go visit him in Santa Monica."Lynn opens a bottle of champagne, pouring a glass, "Tell him that I am so
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- Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Fifty-four : The End, But Not Everything
- Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Fifty-three : Swimming
- Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Fifty-two : Shot And Died
- Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Fifty-one : Let's Party
- Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Fifty : Everything Is Blurry
- Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Forty-nine : The Past
- Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Forty-eight : Hello
- Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Forty-seven : Nightmares
- Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Forty-six : Deja Vu
