STRANGE

Freak accident

Brooklyn felt someone is looking and she immediately called for back-up and her men and women to protect Vanessa. She feels someone might do something fishy or weird, bloody, so she just alerted her guys to ensure Vanessa and her friends, fans are alright for the duration of the event. Brooklyn disappeared and the man following her scratched his head when the girl vanished right in front of his eyes. Brooklyn just entered a coffee shop and the guy and men following her kept searching for her on the sidewalks, streets and other buildings or houses, gates and cars which she just walked at earlier.

Better stay here for a while and loose those f...... moles!, and so I ordered Latte and relaxed while watching a ball game on television. I never had cold coffee before but I think I like it better than a hot beverage. Hmm!!! Nice!

Ahhh....I can't do this anymore! I hope I just disappear and all so that I won't need to face these dirty thugs and live in this filthy organization....

Then, I stepped on to some green slimy thing. Yuck, what the f...is this? Ewe!!!! Ahhhh, yahhhh!!!. Before I could speak another word or complain I already slid through a garbage disposal pit in a man hole at the back of the café. I smelled like gooey and fishy then before I could think or breathe the slimy garbage was near a high voltage electric pole which lighted the toxic slime all over where I was in it and being electrocuted as I speak about it now.

I was burned and my hair stuck upwards in black and grey, I looked terrible and dirty. I felt magnetized and everything I touch gets attracted to me. My God, what happened to me? The electric shock and tiny light spectrums where like encircling me. Wow! Cool lights flicker around me like magnetic fields. Light comes out of my palms and my eyes turn like light bulbs whenever I felt angry or confused, messy or hot with passion or desire. I tried to stop myself from licking a naked woman's photo when I saw it earlier and my body went berserk trying to control my libido and all. I didn't know what to do, I can be invisible or change my eyes to burn like light bulbs or just plain ordinary ones. I can just be luminous in the dark and just lay there without moving like a lampshade and a nobody who can disappear and appear without anyone noticing me> maybe ne this is a good idea after all. Maybe this can help me solve half of my problems in the company and my sort of deemed relations with Vanessa?

What's happening to me?, I thought confused running away from the café and the crowd. The only person I can talk to and call now is my best pal, Arlo. Heyy, can you pick me up at ......

Man, what's the matter are you in some kind of....holy shiiiittttttt!! What happened to you? Whya re you so dark and as if a shadow, your eyes.....fucking lord....

I was running away from the dark org's guys when I slipped and fell into a ditch and garbage hole which eventually had toxins accidentally overflowed and ran across the pile. They were green and I woke up feeling so sick that I called you to pick me up and the rest is history.

Man, you look terrible. Well you are still very beautiful but your eyes are scary. Have you seen them, not yet? Check them out! Here...

Oh mother fucking god! No, noooooo!!!!, I shouted loud enough that Uncle Glen's car's windows broke and flew from the vehicles. Shut the f....up Brook!. Geezzz!!!!, Arlo who stopped in the middle of the road at two a.m. in the morning. He didn't have a choice but rent a room at the far end of the city to sort things out and find a solution of what's happening with me.

Why are my eyes so white and they're burning like I'm on fire. Ou!!!!, I can't open them without the pain, it's throbbing.

But at least they're cool at the same time hot haha!!!!!

Arlo, please help me!

Yeah, I'm on it. Ah try...this wait. I'll turn on the bath and then the AC up high to check whether your heat gets low and if your eyes would lay low, Arlo said while turning on the bath tub and excused himself to buy blocks of ice and he came back with a dozen of them unable to carry on his arms.

Hmm, this feels good!!!!!, ahhhh, I feel calm and .....

Brooke, ey.haha. Got yah . Arlo cried watching her friend sleep.

Ahhhh, hmm...I'm hungry!!!!, I whispered feeling like I was punched by Pacquiao all over my body a hundred times over that I couldn't stand up or sit up straight from the tub. My head is killing me!

Yup, here you go! Aspirin and breakfast, you haven't eaten for two days so, yeah, I bought you this, Arlo handing me pancakes, spaghetti and chicken from McDonalds.

I didn't know what to order so....you can eat those.....thank you!!!!, Arlo hasn't finished talking when I grabbed the food and finished all of them in seconds.

Okeyyyyy!!!! Want another serving of.....theeeeeese, you didn't have to ask, here you go! Thank you!!!!!, Arlo saying in a jokingly manner but looking at me with his eyeballs popping out ot their sockets in fear like I'm some kind of a monster, which I think I already am. Oh man! you're definitely hungry. I hope you're not eating humans, hmmm!! Give me a heads up okay, when, you're feeling like I'm a meal to you in some point or what!!!???

Aha....Arlo, can you come closer please!!!!

Ahhh, yeah!

Okay, nope, you're not my type, I would rather have Vanessa than you're ugly ass, no way!, I replied when I licked Arlo's cheek and puked running towards the bathroom sink.

Haha...funny! That's really gross Brooke!, Arlo said pulling his shirt and wiping his face with it. You know, I think we need to lay low since Uncle Glen is looking for you. You have all these crazy look, maybe powers and shit, but will those help you in protecting yourself and your girl from our group?, Arlo explained worried.

Then, let's find out. Help me practice how to use this weirdness for my advantage!, I added and breathed the heaviest not knowing what will happen next.

"Writing is not just some type of literature, history or entertainment but art. It is an expression, a feeling, thought, talent, profession, skill or belief that a painter, author, singer, actor or engineer, etc. would do or create for his or her passion"

What is passion Ma'am?, a young boy asked when I was about to continue my seminar about writing 101 to extend my stay here in Milan for the Writers Event at the hall.

Hmm...passion is ....