Absent Minded, Pt. 2 Orlando's story. . .
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Absent Minded, Pt. 2 Orlando's story. . .| ElvEnLEiAnnA |
Posted: Mar 2 2004, 10:24 PM
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DISCLAIMER: I do not know, own, or have even met Mr. Orlando Bloom nor any other of the celebrities mentioned in this fic. I do though, own the character Galana Pelagia, so please do not steal her from me. This did not come from my imagination, but based on the movie "Dark City". Alot of people I've talked to haven't even heard of it so I thought I'd make a fic out of it using our favorite celebs. This might be kind of confussing at the beginning. So sorry about that. Some of you might know that I'm doing a joint fic named the same thing. This is kind of another version of that. Plus I didn't know what to call it so yeah. Well, that's about it I think.
Rating: I'm rating this "R" for language, and violence. If anything rated higher I'll be sure to let you know before that chapter is posted. PROLOGUE A hooded light-bulb swings in slow motion from the ceiling, its dim light reveals a pair of eyes snapping open. Dark beautiful chocolate brown eyes begin darting about in confusion. The slight sounds of water splashing causes him to sit up causing more sounds of splashing. Orlando Bloom lies in a tub of long-cold water. His neck aches like he's been sleeping forever. Tiredly he looks over the side of the tub to see a glass syringe broken on the floor. There are some clothes lying on a chair and puddles of water on the floor also. Everything is strange, unfamiliar to him. Finally standing up, Orlando steps out from the tub. He stops the bulb in mid swing. Looking around he catches something from the corner of his eye. His reflection in a cracked wall mirror stares back at him. Moving closer to the mirror he finds a line of blood running across his face, from a point between his eyes. He wipes it away, and notices a tiny pinprick wound on his forehead. Ignoring it he turns his attention to a circular window. The glass is cracked, covered in grime. Orlando takes his hand and wipes it, only to smear the dirt, but the window is unlatched and he swings it open with a creak. It is very dark outside. Now shivering from the cold, he quickly picks up the clothes from the chair and pulls them on. A pair of loose trousers with braces, a plain shirt, and leather shoes with holes in both soles. Stepping over to the door, he hesitates. His hand inches from the doorknob and he leans down. Looking through the key-hole blinking frequently he finds the room he’s looking at completely empty. But then. . . There’s a glimpse of motion . . . the door across the room is shutting. Orlando stands straight up and pushes the door open, stepping into the adjoining room. No sign of life. Tired and unsteady on his feet he bumps in to a fish bowl next to the door, causing it to crash to the floor. Water goes everywhere. A small goldfish is flopping around at his feet. Gently he picks up the fish in both hands. He quickly steps back into the bathroom and throws the fish into the murky tub water. Orlando appears again from the bathroom this time closing the door behind him. Cautiously he moves through the room. He wanders over to a closet and opens it curiously. A gray coat hangs inside, nothing else. Going through the pockets he finds a wallet. He opens it to find that there is no I.D. in it, just: A laundry bill; Some money; A business card for something called "Neptune's Kingdom"; And a postcard from "Shell Beach", a sea-side town. With trembling hands, Orlando puts everything back into the wallet and looks around the room once again. As he does this, his attention is jerked to something on the floor. Eyes following a dark stain on the floorboards, to a woman's bare foot behind the bed. In the shadows there lies a woman‘s body, naked, in a rapidly expanding pool of blood. Her eyes stare lifelessly at him. Orlando throws his hands over his mouth in shock and horror. He quickly staggers out of the room, grabbing the wall for support. --------------------  Other fics by me: They Roses Of Yellow |
 
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