Next week’s installment gets funkier or something. Absolutely different.
Here is a page I made of all chapters with a sort of synopsis. I write them in advance, for fun, and add the words. I fixed the chapters that were out of order.
Writing this has rekindled my love of writing. I have been coming to the sad conclusion that it takes a rare person to be both a blogger and a writer. To be blogger/writer is more difficult as it entails much social interchange, and I can’t right now. I do so admire blogger/writers.
The page is on the sidebar and explains that the USA, in 2030, is controlled by eleven major corporations. I think I picked good ones–so read it, please. It also explains how Justin and the ISB got Nell, Nadia and Denny to the roof, and much more. Chapter 9 is in the page.
I’m moving this along and getting to the fun part for me. Oh yes I’m perverse and proud. Please take your time reading and don’t worry about commenting.
Colliding Worlds is set, for now, in New York in 2030
Nadia fell onto the floor. The stun gun would keep her out for hours. An ISB agent picked her up and carried up one flight to the roof where the helicopter was waiting.
Nell was more difficult to get out of the bed than Justin thought. As she looked at him with no recognition in her deep blue eyes, she bore her weight onto the bed. Justin didn’t want to stun her nor did he want to give her any more medications. He hadn’t thought getting Nell out of the room would be the most difficult problem. He couldn’t take seeing her this way.
The most exciting thing about Nell, aside from her looks and her love for him, had always been her intellect. There had been many times he thought her too bright for him or most of the world. Nell could size anybody in a second. People thought her psychic but she would say: “Intuition isn’t an ability to look and know. It’s based on judgment, experience and maybe something unknown. But I won’t know until I observe his behavior, and it would be good if you get him talking.” Justin would. He would sit in the classes at The ISB where she taught “learned intuition” and be amazed by her ability to get people to examine their deepest fears, and begin to get over them.
Justin and Nell’s mothers had gone to Lamaze class together. For eleven years he had taken her for granted. Justin never forgot the day in Sixth Grade she was walking down a hall as he talked to his best friend Denny. She was dressed in an over sized tee and leggings, as usual. Her face and hair looked the same. But all of a sudden he realized she really was a girl. They were friends yet he hated it when she spent Seventh and Eighth Grades dating his other best friend, Denny’s twin Del. He was happy when they broke up, but it took him until the middle of Ninth Grade to go out with her, and it was only because she asked him to go to a dance with her.
Justin had followed Nell then. Years into their marriage he felt as if he were still following Nell. She would wake up excited about the day’s possibilities, and go to sleep excited about what the next day would bring. When Denny had first betrayed them he felt her anger but watched in amazement as she played Denny. He didn’t want to take her back. He wanted to punish her for the pain he felt when she married Denny. He couldn’t.
Looking at her lying in bed with her wavy golden hair stringy, her once muscular almost zaftig body way too thin, and her expressionless eyes and face staring at the mobile over the bed, he felt too many emotions. He wanted to make Denny pay but more than that he wanted Nell back.
Max came into the room. He almost shoved Justin to the side as he picked Nell up from the bed. They couldn’t afford to lose any time. Justin followed them up to the helicopter. When it was in the air, he pushed a button that sealed the townhouse. Nobody would be able to get in or out until The ISB came later that night for the USC agents.
Twenty minutes later they arrived at their destination, a deserted coal mine in West Virginia that hadn’t been made into a glossy tourist town. One battle was over, but another had just begun. Nobody could tell Justin if the battle to save Nell’s mind would be the more difficult one.
2030 Somewhere in West Virginia
The helicopter landed in what looked like a deserted coal mine. For the final two miles the helicopter became a bus. It stopped, and went into what looked like a shaft. The dim light gradually grew brighter. Max gasped as Justin showed him the house. Decorated in late 20th century post-modernist style, the house had faux windows with screens that showed beaches and mountains. The house had everything people could need for an extended stay including a full gym, infinity swimming pool and Koi pond off the entertainment room.
Ella didn’t know where she was. Things looked different but she wasn’t sure what they were different from. The full body massage chaise Justin put her in scared her. State of the art it could simulate many different types of massages including head messages. Her body and head tingled. Things came flowing through her brain. Something was different. The voice she always heard in her brain was gone. She didn’t like the voice, because it didn’t speak English, but was used to it. If people only spoke English life would be better. What life? Ella began to shake and not from the message chair. She heard the man who looked like the prince and the woman who was sometimes nice speak. She could even understand some of the words. They were talking across the room. She stared at the pond and wanted to get up and put some of the blossoms on her hair, but she couldn’t move.
Nadia had woken up to find herself tied to a bed. Justin was standing over her. Nadia coughed and spoke:
You think you won
Face it Nadia I have. You’re going to tell me what’s in the ingredients or you’re going to be tortured as you never were in Latvia. I know you tortured people to stay alive. I know you’ll do anything to live.
I can live with your beloved Nell staying Ella. I can live with being tortured. There’s nothing you can do that can make me tell, and the ingredients are all in my head. I don’t mind dying to keep Ella
You have a brother. You’ll do anything to keep him alive, and I know he helped you with the ingredients. He’s the genius chemist, not you.
Nadia searched her pockets for her contraband cigarettes. Cigarettes had become illegal ten years earlier. Cigarette companies made better profits by selling pot.
You don’t know what you’re talking about. My brother died a long time ago. Give me a cigarette.
Justin took out a 3D picture/hologram of Nadia and her brother a week ago. They were talking in ancient Greek.
Don’t have any cigarettes. Do have your brother. We know what you were talking about, we just need the final formula.
You lie. If you have my brother produce him.
He’s not here. You’ll have your chance to speak to him.
Ella began remembering things, but her memories were all a jumble. She was Nell who designed books and did something else. She lived with Justin on the Upper West Side, but that’s all she could remember. Nell didn’t want to live this way. Conversations floated in and out of her mind. Who was the woman with Justin? Was he cheating on her as he had with Anna when they were young?. She saw the swimming pool. If she could get out of the chair she could get to it and swim far away from everybody.
Nell willed herself to get out of the chair and into the swimming pool. Instead of swimming or floating she fell to the bottom of the pool.