The Rise of my Chic

The Rise of my Chic

Chris Schilver

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2013 Chris Schilver

Chapter 1

A blue breeze entered the college campus,
fingering through the scintillating green trees and gracefully
acknowledging the satiated blonde sunshine. The heartbeat of Jack
Pellon rose to a tempest and his mind tossed around like a liner
having lost the rein.

“May I come in?” a juicy moist female voice
said.

There was no need for Jack to see whose voice
it was. He just knew it, felt it. The symphony playing in his body,
to the beats of his pulses, gave it away.

She was the love of his life. She had to be.
There couldn’t have been a better day, a better moment, than this
moment of today, to make God relinquish Jack’s most prized prayer.
Oh! How had he prayed in the moon shine hours enveloping his
desires and the sunshine hours blanketing his mundane
studies.

“Are you for credit or audit?” the professor in
the class asked the new girl, reeling Jack back to
veracity.

And then he saw her.

The cherry hued gown was wrapping her lithe
form, the anklets chiming to her tinny fidgeting, her earrings were
swinging the pendulums of time and her lips were sealing the warm
air of her breath which Jack was waiting to touch him.

“Why are you late?” the professor
asked.

C’mon give her a minute.

Jack Pellon could see her red lips become a
Sahara. Poor girl. My girl.

“Take your seat”

She searched around the whole room, her eyes
scanning the red brick walls of her pedagogic prison, but Jack’s
eyes never left hers.

And then it happened. Shit happened.

Chapter 2

“Don’t come late from next time,” the professor
was saying. Her eyes were blankly focused onto the windows staring
into the fresh atmosphere outside to handle the insults inside. And
then it changed.

A shriek erupted and then became a
roar.

Her eyes, which Jack was continuously watching,
became cinematography of terror. Every droplet of water in her eye,
changed its emotional hue to red. Blood red.

What’s happening? Is she
alright.

Jack wanted to go up and embrace her. Hold her
and comfort her. But it worsened.

The deep black unreflecting iris inside her
blue shimmering eyes, contracted like her vagina, about to be
raped.

Then Jack Pellon, the invincible heartthrob of
Faulkland Institute of Social Sciences, felt it.

Sightless light.

First.

Second.

Glass, splinters, steel, bricks, stones and
everything that Jack Pellon knew were rigid and immovable,
including himself, were thrown away with a heartless and
unrelenting force, tearing his tissues, breaking his ligaments, and
cracking his bones, with an energy and speed that could have
resulted from only one thing.

“A bomb.” These were the last words that Jack
Pellon said.

And then Blank.

Chapter 2

The distress signals of fire contingent and
ambulances were coming through a thick fog of amnesia. Jack was
lost. He tried to get up, holding up to whatever came in his hand.
Feeling like a dead log, he sensed himself hovering in a nectar
kind of sinuous runny juice, which was gushing through his
fingers.

“Wake up Jack,” an affable tone of voice said,
echoing multiple times inside his mind, before dwindling into
silence.

Then it came again, the bell of his
church.

He wasn’t quite sure as to whether it was real
or his own phantasm.

SWAT team had been deployed and they were
searching the whole college campus for every suspicious
individual.

“We got to get out of here,” said the beautiful
girl.

“I am Jack,” he extended his hand.

“You are bleeding, let me stitch you up. She
tore a fabric from her skirt and tied it on his head. I am
Veronica.”

“Veronica. What is happening aren’t we suppose
to run back to the campus.” Jack couldn’t get his eyes off
veronica- his dream girl.

“No.”

A sharp answer made him feel good. Even he
didn’t want to go back. When God had offered him a moment of
lifetime, to spend time with this beautiful girl in this bushy
thick forest, he could obviously extend that period to may be few
more hours.

Plus girls are generally afraid of dark bushy
woods. He could play a good escort and win her heart by protecting
her.

“The sky seems bright.” Veronica was
observing.

“Yes, Those SWAT teams can watch from there
Ha!”

Veronica seemed to think.

Then suddenly, like a bolt of lightning heavy
black clouds started surrounding the sky above them.

They were caught in a sudden downpour of
hailstorms. There was deserted cabin in the forest. Both of them
took shelter in it. The hails were a bit too fierce. Some part of
the roof was even being punctured.

“They don’t look like normal hail.”

Jack went closer and looked at one bob that was
fuming. He touched it.

“They are hot.” He turned to Veronica, she
seemed terrified to hell.

“When do you think the storm will stop?” she
asked.

Jack frowned. “I don’t think this is a real
storm. Hailstorms are never hot.”

“Are they meteorites?” asked Veronica trying to
control her shiver.

“Doesn’t seem like them. The pieces are too
small. Rocks of this size will burn in the atmosphere. They won’t
reach us. This I think is something else.”

Veronica now looked completely shaken. “What do
you mean by something else?”

“I have read in our divinity section that there
are certain powers considered to be…” Jack stammered.

“Paranormal?” Veronica was now wide
eyed.

“Yes. Paranormal, that could cause such
weather. Some creatures were cursed to not be born as mortal
beings. They had to live in this world amongst us, but had powers
beyond us. They were considered to come from hell.

“Hell? Really do you believe that.”

“Not completely, yet I don’t completely
disregard that. But generally these creatures don’t harm humans
unless we cross their path. These specific hot hails are like
defense mechanism for them. These hails are not that deadly. It
appears as though some supernatural entity wants to hide from
something.” Saying this he saw Veronica.

She nodded and looked around. The hails had
stopped.

“I think it will be better if we go back,” said
Jack.

“Yes. We better do,” saying this Veronica got
up and when she kept a few steps when the roof above her started to
collapse.

There was only one instant and Jack had to make
a decision.

They both locked eyes and both of them knew.
Only one would live.

He jumped and blanked her with his body. The
wooden splinters of the broken roof came crashing down on him. He
fell on her, his mouth bleeding.

“I love you Veronica,” he said and everything
went blank.

Chapter 3

Blur. That’s what Jack could see.

Where the hell am I,
he
thought.

His head was heavily wrapped in cloth and his
neck was bundled with some fabric.

He felt immovable, but somehow strained and
looked around.

Veronica, where was she? Was she
safe?

Her safe being concerned him and he tried to
get up. On the other side of the tent he saw a translucent cloth
tied from end to end. Behind it stood Veronica, changing her
dress.

Jack immediately withdrew and turned around,
but his body felt too powerful. His jerk, which normally would have
turned him by a quarter, now made him fall from the cot. The wooden
cot too banged on the other side and split into pieces.

“Oh! Jack you are alright. I was so worried
about you,” Veronica came running to him and kissed him
passionately. She hadn’t dressed herself completely. Jack removed
his bandages and held Veronica in a firm grip.

He looked into her eyes and said, “Veronica, I
love you. I love you.”

They then embraced each other and made love.
The kisses fell on all the places that Jack could find on
her.

The night engulfed the fiery passion of them
both.

Chapter 4

The first rays of sun hit Jack’s forehead. He
frowned and got up.

“Ah!” he couldn’t open his eyes. An
excruciating pain blinded him. He tried to feel himself and got
below the cot, “Veronica I can’t see anything.”

He heard her footsteps come towards him. She
smelt ecstatic. For a moment that nearness and warmth of Veronica
made him forget the pain. . “Here put these on.” She thrusted an
object into his hand. It looked like a helmet.

“What is this?”

Before she could reply, he heard a thundering
of heavy foot steps come their way.

Jack got up and put on the helmet. Now he could
see clearly.

The SWAT team had found them.

“Officers I think you have some misinformation.
We are students of the college and after the explosion we just came
here for safety. Has the explosion been curtailed. Have you found
out why it happened?”

A rough cut seven feet muscular man stepped
forward, his gun pointing Veronica’s way, “Why don’t you ask her.
But do it soon because I am going to kill her now.”

Jack saw at that instant that Veronica too was
wearing a helmet kind of armor.

“You die today Phoenix,” the muscular man said
and shot. With him all other soldiers fired shots at
Veronica.

“No!” screamed Jack and for the third time
today dived in between the bullets and Veronica.

The hum of the firing machine guns ringed in
his ear. He heard the bullets tearing his flesh and entering
him.

Each of the round of five hundred bullets got
lodged inside his flesh. The blood was flowing like a water
fall.

The soldiers were reloading now. He felt faint.
In that he heard the soldiers murmur, “HE IS ALSO ONE OF
THEM.”

Jack frowned and turned his neck. What were
they saying? And why wasn’t he dead yet. Was he dreaming. That
could be the only explanation.

Then he saw it.

He had been standing about ten feet away from
Veronica. And he had gotten between her and the bullets before the
bullets had hit her. Not even one had passed to her. How could I be
so fast. And why wasn’t he dying. He didn’t feel any
pain.

He tried to look around.

All soldiers seem to be loading their guns
slowly. Too slowly. Their speech too was having a speed
problem.

Then he saw a fast moving object slice their
throats. Blood spurted again as though defying the normal
acceleration of gravity- Slowly the drops of blood were falling
down, but before that the fast moving entity cracked everyone’s
throat.

It wasn’t an entity, it was
Veronica.

The muscular man in front of him was again
moving slowly towards where Veronica seemed a moment ago. But
before that, she went to him. Circled him and punctured him
throughout the length and width of his body.

The pain seemed to hit him after minutes. He
slumped to the ground.

She licked their blood and came running towards
Jack.

She climbed on him and kissed him dearly, “I am
sorry Jack I didn’t have any option and I loved you too much to let
you die.”

After few hours, sitting by the campfire
Veronica said, “When the roof collapsed and you dived between me
and the roof, the wood pieces shattered your heart physically. I
would have left you, but then I realized that the pieces rather had
pierced my heart which now was with you.” She blushed.