Month: April 2015

Into the Dark (episode 7)

She felt a rock in her throat as she read Sheriff John’s lips.

Jane: No, she can’t be.

She turned to David.

Jane: Give me your phone!

She practically snatched it out his hand and thanked herself for knowing Helen’s number by memory. She heard the ringing, then Helen’s voice…

Helen: Hey—

Jane: Hel—

Helen: I wasn’t able to come to the phone right now. Please—

Jane slapped the phone shut, and felt her hands tremble.

Jane: She’s probably out running around…you know getting some things together.

She looked at John and waited for him to agree with her.

Sheriff John: She’s not at her home, her daughter hasn’t seen her. We have to assume she’s missing so we can help her.

Jane: You think he…

Jane held her mouth—sobbing. Devastated, she leaned on David’s shoulder.

She couldn’t believe what was happening. She needed to feel things were normal.

Jane: Don’t you have to go to work?

David: I’ll stay if you need me.

Jane: It’s okay honey, go.

David: Keep me updated will ya?

Jane: Sure honey.

He kissed her on the forehead and left. She returned to her room; she wanted to go and search for Helen. Out of the hospital’s closet she removed a clear bag that had all her belongings. As she put on her clothes, she heard a vibrating sound. She ran to the bag and took out her phone praying it was Helen. She looked at the screen, but it was unknown number. She felt a sense of dread as she opened her phone.

Jane: Hello?

Helen: J-J-Jane…

Jane: Helen! Are you okay?! Where are you?!

She didn’t hear anything, except a white static noise.

Jane: Helen…?!

Helen: (sobbing)

Jane felt anxious; her life was spinning out of control.

Jane: Please Helen tell me something!

Sheriff John walked in and Jane pointed to her phone.

Jane: It’s her!

Helen: I’m in a steel container; he’s driving. I can’t breathe (takes deep breaths) I—on—ear—ater.

The call was breaking up, which made Jane feel even more desperate.

Jane: We have to do something!!

Sheriff John: (holds Jane by the shoulders) Calm down and focus. What did she tell you?

Jane: She’s in a steel container and she thinks she’s being transported.

John spoke into his radio

Sheriff John: I want everyone on the lookout for a steel cargo container being transported. (Looks at Jane) It’s time to do what you do best.

Jane needed to relax her nerves and think clearly if she expected to channel Helen; She sat down.

Jane: Get my brother.

She sat down in a chair as her brother held her hand. She thought about the day she met Helen. She was handing out fliers of her missing daughter Jasmin. She remembered how drained her face looked— the eyes of sleepless nights that marked her face. Helen had approached her and handed her a flier. Since finding her daughter, they had become great friends—partners. Jane felt herself relaxed and able to sense Helen; She was able to channel her energy. She closed her eyes and started to see landscapes as if she was staring outside a window– driving. Suddenly, everything went dark; only a tiny bright light.

Helen: (sobbing) Jane, if you’re seeing me, I don’t know where I am. We’ve stopped now and all I hear is water.

Jane: They’ve stopped; she only hears water.

Helen: I just want you to know Janey it is not your fault. You did everything you could. Whatever happens to me honey it is not your fault. There are just some sick people out there. If you hear me Jane, please don’t cut me on your back.

Jane was trying to stay focus even though she felt her chest filled with pain.

Helen: You saved me when you saved my daughter. So, don’t you dare go cutting yourself… Tell my daughter Jasmin I love her and that I am so proud of her.

Jane couldn’t bare hearing her voice.

Helen: Tell her I wish I was there for her more. (cries) Just promise me you will find that bastard and make him pay for everyone he’s hurt.

Jane couldn’t hold on no more and opened her eyes tear filled eyes. She tried to control her sobs, but felt like she was suffocating.

Jacob: Is she alive?

Jane: (nods) yea, I don’t know for how long.

Jacob: You need to go back, but don’t go to her, look around anything that might help her.

Jane closed her eyes again and try to channel where Helen might be. She flew down the highway and quickly saw the number 204.

Jane: Marker 204

Jacob: What highway?

Sheriff John: All units stand by…

(radio: copy that)

Jane saw a pickup truck with a red steel cargo container. She tried to hang on to Helen’s essence, but it was hard. She wasn’t use to viewing the surroundings except from the person’s eyes. Before she entered the steel container, she quickly saw a mustard seed yellow sign with the word “stone”. Jane flung open her eyes and got up.

Jane: Brickstone Highway!!

Sheriff John: (over radio) All units head to marker 204 on the Brickstone highway. Suspect is armed and dangerous.

**

She couldn’t breathe; the cold steel against her back. She held the cellphone tight in her hand; sweat making it slippery. Her face was moist with tears—she had been crying since she woke up in the container. She didn’t even remember how or where he took her. Helen wondered if he checked for a phone or he left it on purpose. She looked at the time, 6:26 p.m. her phone battery at twenty percent. She pressed her head against the wall and looked into the darkness.

They had stopped ten minutes ago; she wondered what was happening. She suddenly felt a jolt as the container moved back. She had nowhere to hang on to. She stood breathing hard, her heart pounding at her chest; the way she wanted to pound the door. It stopped; she laid against the wall looking at the shut doors; expecting him to open it. The steel container started to lift up leaving the container slanted up. To reach the exit of the container she would have to climb up; the way children do on a slide.

Helen:(yelling and crying) You fucking bastard!!

She knew cursing at him would probably make things worse, but she wasn’t going to plead for her life. She came close to death, and that was when her daughter was kidnapped. She opened her phone and saw Jasmin on the screen—she kissed it. She closed her eyes and pictured her when she was just a tiny baby. All the memories she had; she thought of Jane and everything they’ve done together. She opened up a picture of her and Jane and smiled. She dropped the phone from her hand as the container suddenly jolted back. She heard a big splash as the container slammed into the water. She looked down at her feet as water began to come in.

**

Jane felt like she could jump out of her skin as they raced towards Brickstone highway. A sense of dread came over her; she remembered the feeling when she saw the creature and Jennifer.

Jane: We need to hurry!

She saw the sign: Brickstone EXIT 2 1.0 miles.

Jane: Faster!

She knew John was going as fast as he could—safely. She gasped as she saw the mud like creatures appear and running in the same direction. Jane knew that something bad was happening. They ran faster than before, as if they were trying to get there before she did. She looked to the left and saw a river.

Jane: She has to be near water!

Sheriff John drove onto the Brickstone highway and accelerated reaching 100 mph. From afar she saw the marker: 204…

**

She panicked as she felt the water coming in, by then it was up to her knees. She treaded against the water to the door and banged frantically. Instead of screaming for help she screamed out Jane’s name. She knew she wouldn’t get to her on time, but she still screamed for her. The water was now at her waist and the rear part of the container started to go down first. She opened her phone and dialed Jane.

**

Jane felt her hand vibrate; the ringtone of dread. She saw Helen’s name, she opened her phone so hard she almost snapped it in two.

Jane: Helen!

She heard white noise and realized it was water.

Helen: It’s going down Jane!

Jane: I’m here Elle!

John had stopped the car abruptly as Jane jumped out the car. Jane followed the creatures and raced towards the river, as the sheriff and the police ran behind her. She jumped over rocks, kicking mud back. The creatures disappeared as she reached the bank and looked for the container. By the time she saw it, the container was almost submerged; she held the phone to her ear as she ran towards Helen.

Jane: I’m coming Helen, I’m coming!

She jumped into the water trying to run towards her. She could hear the police radios behind her. She swam to the giant crate and banged on the door. She screamed…

Jane: I’m here!

There was no response and Jane pulled on the chain. John swam towards her with the steel bar above his head. He started to bang on the padlock as the steel container kept sinking. As the last of the container went underwater, Jane went under trying to pull on to the chain. It stood laying on the river’s floor as Jane pushed her feet against it. She could feel the pressure in her lungs for holding her breath for too long. She swam back up and heard John call her name, but she quickly went back under. She pulled and pulled, and suddenly felt someone pull her away from the chain. She struggled to get out of the grip, but it was a police diver swimming her to safety. As she reached to the bank of the river, she let out an agonizing cry. Her brother Jacob came at her side and lifted her to her feet. Sheriff John, soaking wet, thread through the water. He approached Jane and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Sheriff John: I’m sorry, we—

Jane slapped him across the face.

Jane: We could’ve helped her!! You could’ve done more!

Jacob held on to Jane by the waist as she fell to her knees and cried.

**

The police divers attached chains to the cargo container, and watched it slowly came out of the river; water pouring out from the cracks. Jane watched as it dragged through the mud. She saw the creatures watching, and one by one disappearing into the Earth.

Sheriff John took the crowbar and broke the padlock. Jane stood in front as two police officers opened the cargo’s doors—on the steel floor a phone left opened…

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I Just Know

There are things that I know

I can’t explain it,

but I know

it nudges me

in the back—ouch!

No matter

the waterfall of words

that pour

from your mouth.

I just know…

My mind

may try to convince—it’s you!

my heart

may warn me—look out!

But my soul

tells me

the truth.

There are things that I know

I can’t describe it

but I know

like an unseen

thin piece of glass;

underneath the

sole of your foot.

I just know…

I may

try to hide it—there!

and dust my hands—too close!

but it grows

in me

like an incurable disease.

I just know…

There are things that I know

I can’t sing it

but I know

like the sensation

of ravenous hunger

eating me alive.

I just know…

I may

feel guilty to think it—stop!

I may

try to forget it—let it slip!

but like

a violent wave

it drowns me.

So I sit back;

comfortably

there’s no point in fighting

And so, I swallow

the rocks of truth.

Three

I have three–
three golden lights
They follow the stones
I have layed
with my hands
They share a heart
So wonderous and light
Jewels that had fallen
From the sky
they speak–
The language of angels
Their hands
Holders of truth
Their number — 3
Holy, divine, and peace
My precious beautiful children.

Elizarose Nicolas

The woman I am

The woman I am

I see

the good—the bad

I hear

the cries, troubles, and the pain

The woman I am

conflicted

between science and God

the passion

I have

engulfs me

The woman I am

loves

intensely, loyally

The woman I am

fights

dreams, freedom, and justice

The woman I am

always

changes

reflection—transformation!

fights against

darkness; the light; my beacon I—

hold in my hand;

up high

The woman I am

searches

for the woman

I want to become

Red Silk Murders (sneak peek episode 9)

He could feel her pulse in his hands, fluttering rapidly like a captured bird. His other hand muffled her frantic screams. She pushed against him kicking her feet. Her struggle was as if she were drowning.

Jeremiah: Stop screaming or I’ll break your neck.

It was as if he killed her, with how still she became. He felt her tears on his hand, as he lowered it and wiped it on his pants. With his arm across her chest, he dragged her to his bed. She cried; she trembled as he tied her to his bed.

Claire: Adam… Please… I won’t- –

He sat beside her, he opened the drawer to his nightstand and took out a black handle blade. It wasn’t his favorite, but it would do the job. He could hear her breath shaking; in the darkness she wept. He turned on his lamp and looked at her. Black lines marked her face; mascara like ink from a pen. Her sweat soaked hair stuck to the sides of her face. Her hands red from the rope; he could tell she was praying.

Jeremiah: Praying will not help you. You should’ve just minded your business.

He took his blade and slowly cut down her shirt.

Claire: I’m sorr—

He placed the knife at her lips.

Jeremiah: (whispering) ssssh, no talking.

She cried hysterically; he cut open her bra exposing her breasts. He watched as her chest moved– breathing with fear. He placed the tip of the blade at the center of her throat.

Claire: (sobbing) Please Adam, don’t do–

(Knock on the door)

Into the Dark (episode 6)

She sat up. Not realizing she was in the hospital, she pulled on her I.V drip.

Jane: Jacob, what are you doing here?

She watched him as he sat by her bedside and grabbed her hand.

Jacob: I knew something was wrong.

Jane: Yea, I should’ve known.

Jacob & Jane: Twins.

She always knew when something was wrong with her brother. Throughout their whole life, she knew when he was in pain or in trouble. She had read countless articles on identical twins feeling each other’s pain, explaining their connection had begun in the womb of the mother.

Jacob: (hugging Jane) I haven’t seen you in a while. What can of trouble have you been getting yourself into?

Jane: Oh you know, the same…

Jacob: (laughs) Don’t you think you’re getting a little way over your head?

Jane: No. No, not really.

He looked at her in disbelief.

Jacob: Just don’t get yourself killed. I heard that there’s a killer out there grabbing girls.

Jane: Yea, I can’t seem to find the girls as fast, not with this perp anyways, and I’ve been seeing things. Things I’ve never seen before and I keep going—

Jacob: Going where?

Jane: I don’t know how to explain it.

Jacob: Try me.

Jane: Into the dark.

She watched as he looked away. He seemed to be thinking about what she said.

Jane: I go places, dark places… and I see creatures and dead bodies, and I keep reliving the same moment, but then I realize I’m dreaming. I think I’m going nuts.

Jacob: One never knows when it comes to psychic abilities. A psychiatrist would probably say you’re nuts, just by saying you see things.

Jane: (laughs) Yea I know. Remember that one doctor that tried to medicate me?

Jacob: How can I forget! But he changed his tune when you told him things he didn’t want no one to know—especially the public!

They started talking about their childhood, jumping from foster homes to foster homes, and memories of their parents. She watched her brother, and remembered how close they were. She started to feel sick and felt a throbbing pain coming from her arm. She looked at her I.V. bag and saw it full of blood. She looked at her arm and could see her veins—purple. She looked at Jacob and his face distorted, as if he was melting; his eyes and nose weren’t in the right place. The door to the hallway was open, there was no light, except for the generators. She could still hear her brother talking to her.

Jacob: Jane…

She pulled the I.V. out of her arm and got off the bed. Time seemed to have stopped. She walked out of the room and saw the hallway empty. She heard growls in the distance and felt that she needed to walk towards it.

Jacob: Where are you?

She wondered if he could hear her the way Helen could when she was channeling; searching for the missing girls.

Jane: Jacob, can you hear me?

Jacob: I’m here Jane. Where are you?

Jane: In the hallway.

Jacob: What do you see?

Jane: Nothing, it’s empty.

She walked down the hallway and suddenly started to see shadows on the walls; the sound of scratching as she walked further down the corridor.

Jane: There’s shadows…

Jacob: What do you hear?

She stopped and listened. She could still hear the growling and scratching as a light wind blew through her hospital gown.

Jacob: Jane?

She just stood in the middle of the hallway, trying to see what was at the end of the hall. She saw shadows, swarming like a snake pit. She felt something at her feet. She slowly looked down and saw black snakes slithering around her ankles. She stood frozen in fear and felt slime drip down her face. She heard snarls, and could feel her body cold, like death lingering in the air. She looked up and saw the mud-brown creature looking down at her, with its mouth open and tongue hanging out. She started to run towards the end of the hall, creatures clawing their way out of the walls. She could hear her heart racing–jumping. She turned the corner and watched as the lights one-by one blew out. She could hear the snarls behind her growing louder. She ran and suddenly was pulled inside a room. Jane fought back not sure what had grabbed her. She felt hands grab her wrist and she realized it was Jennifer.

Jane: Jennifer!

Jennifer: You need to stop him.

Jane: Who? Did you see him? Do you know who he is?

Jennifer: Stop him!

Jane: But who! Tell me!

Jane grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her.

Jane: Tell me!

Suddenly she heard her brother yelling.

Jacob: Leave her alone! Stop it!

Jane could feel something pinch her arm.

She sat up quickly on her hospital bed as the nurse pushed her back down.

Nurse: Lie still.

Jane was upset and hysterical.

Jane: What did you do!!?? What did you do?!

She saw that a security guard had her brother restrained.

Jane: Let him go!

She saw her brother look at her. She knew what he was going to do, and she was ready. Jacob swung his fist at one of the security guards, and watched as security and the nurses try to restrain him again. Jane jumped off the bed and ran out into the hallway, running in the direction she saw in her dream. She thought about Jennifer and ran into her room. She almost vomited.

Jennifer laid there with her stomach open, her guts falling by the side of the bed. Blood spattered across the headboard, and her I.V. filled with blood. He cut her throat; her mouth hung open. Jane imagined Jennifer trying to breathe, as she choked on her blood. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the door—at Jane. She remembered the staring eyes from the dream.

Jane: Noooooo!

Jane fell to her knees crying hysterically. She screamed and screamed. She put her face in her hands. She could feel wind rush by her face—the nurse and doctor running into the horror. She could hear the nurse scream and hit the floor from fainting. She felt arms around her shoulders.

Jacob: Come.

Jane could hardly walk. He sat her down and tried to comfort her.

Jane: (sobbing) How does he know?! How does he always know?!

Jacob gave her a cup of water. She watched the small ripples; interrupted by her tears. She saw cops come and stare at her, some with disgust, some with fear. She sat there crying, wishing Helen was there. She saw from the corner of her eye, the large double-door to the ward open, and saw David and Sheriff John walk in. She looked at their faces and knew something was wrong. They both nodded to Jacob who stood standing by Jane.

David sat next to her and grabbed her hand.

Jane: What’s wrong?

She could see trouble in David eyes. She felt his grip tighten around her hand. She looked up at Sheriff John.

Jane: Tell me! You tell me right now John!

He handed her a photo. Jane saw the woman with her ash blonde hair and sun-kissed smile. Her hand trembled as she looked at David, then at John.

Sheriff John: Helen is missing.