When Death is Crowned: Who's Tracy?

The mountains of Sweden were one of the most beautiful sights to see after waking up on clear day. She looked out the massive window from her king size bed. She looked around her room. White. White everything. She had no idea where she was. Or what she was doing. She had no idea of anything. She tried digging into her memory, but she only saw a woman running. That’s all she could remember. She didn’t even remember who the woman was?

She thought long and hard about that and came to the only logical conclusion. She had gone into a coma last night and forgotten everything in her past. Great. This was just wonderful. For all she knew there is some crisis and she can’t help at all with it. For all she knew World War 3 could be starting up. And she was the key to winning it. But that’s likely not the case.

She probably just lost everything in her memory. She probably was in her vacation home in the Smoky Mountains, and her husband was about to walk in the room with a warm cup of coffee to wake her up. Coffee. She let out a long sigh as she let the thought seep deep into her mind. Whatever happened to her, she knew that she needed coffee.

She threw her covers off, got out, and realized. She has nothing but a nightgown on. And ye arctic lies ahead.  She shuddered as her feet touched the ground. Apparently her teeth clattered a bit, cause when she turned her head, there was a man standing there, tall, pale, and bald. He was holding a hot cup of coffee, for her, she presumed.

He spoke in a low, rumbling voice “My name is Aton Bowden, I’m aware you might be confused. So I came to let you know that Breakfast is down the hall and there is freshly brewed coffee. They made it especially for you”

She wondered if he knew how confused she was. She figured she would ask. “W-w-wait, l-l-let me get t-t-t-this…completely c-c-clear…” She took a break. She was stuttering? Has she always been this stupid? “…You didn’t b-bring that coffee ffffor me?”

Aton chuckled. Comforting. And then he spoke in a mocking tone “First of all, this is not for you. Second of all, this is Hot Chocolate. I don’t like coffee”.

She was in awe. “Okay. I need some time to gather myself. I’ll be out in a few hours. I mean…sorry…minutes.”

He nodded, took a sip of his imposter coffee, spun; and left the room with a slow close of the door. She sighed. There is no way I’m married to him. He doesn’t seem of the rich and famous personality. He looks too poor.

She walked toward the desk with a plastic green apple on it, the only thing of color in the room. She tried to think, “who am I? Where am I? Who is “Aton Bowden” and where did he come from? He sounds Mexican, or German…”

Her world began to spin, in a daze she fell toward the giant window, overlooking the mountains. When she put her hands to catch herself, the window shattered into thousands of pieces. She saw in the spin that Aton was running for her. But it was too late. She was falling into an empty void.

Her eyes started watering. Is this how she was going to die? Is this the end? She just woke up and couldn’t even remember who she is, and this is when she dies? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows really? Unless Aton happens to be a master martial artist, then she really doesn’t stand a chance against fifty-thousand feet to who knows what. 

When death is crowned: Heather's beckoning

Rushing through the dry grass of the valleys, she realized then she should’ve taken her car. She had been running for at least an hour now. She stopped to check her cell phone, battery almost dead, she had only been running for ten minutes, of course. She couldn’t keep running. Her heart was beating like a tribal drum, and the cramps were getting to her head. She knew they’d be on her tail in a couple minutes. Maybe if she stayed low, they wouldn’t see her.

She her heard loud thumps coming her way. She kneeled down into the towering grass, hearing the thumps getting closer and closer. She could hardly see through the grass. But she could see one of the men coming straight for her, oblivious. She had a moment to plan for retaliation, she already decided she would. She had no idea what she was doing, but whatever it was, it needed to be quick, swift, quiet, and she knew none of those.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP…

They stopped. She couldn’t see them, she had no idea where they were. But the silence is worse than the loud thumps pounding down her spine. She was breathing loud; she held her breath, hoping to be able to hear them. Her heart was beating louder than ever, that was a bad idea. She let go and started breath, apparently too loud. Cause one of them had his arms around her neck, and had her hands tied up before she could resist. They put a ragged white cloth over her mouth, chloroform. She was out in a split second. She was in trouble.

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Heather was hot, sweating, and suffocating. They took the brown paper bag off her head, she was on a metal folding chair in, small, dark, kitchen.  There were two men sitting in the living room on the other side of the house. She spoke.

“What’s going on? Why did you take me?”

One of them stood, and breathed. He wore a Flanner checkered shirt, tucked in, boot-cut jeans, He was your stereotypical cowboy impersonator.  After he slowly made his way around the kitchen table, he stood in front of her. He spoke.

“Heather is your name. I know who you are and I know you’re past, far better than you do. My name is Trevor Volting. And I will be your best friend, and protector.”

She had no idea what he was talking about. He is Honest at least. She figured she’d say something or ask a question,“Protector, from what? And why are we here? Where are we?”

He halted her just in time for the door to creek open. A man walked in, he seemed about as lost as her. She read his name tag, it said “Timothy Shelfer”  He’s short.

Trevor spoke “Timothy, I am not your enemy, I’ll assure you that. This is your cousin.” He motioned at her. She was more lost then ever.

She panicked, starting to fidget with her necklace “Cousin? Answer my question. What are you protecting me from?”

“He’s your cousin. Trust us. But first we need to focus on getting out of here. Heather. Stand up. Long story short, our country is about to get into a war that is bigger than we bargained for. They don’t know it yet. But you will be the key to victory for the United States.”

“A key,  Great. I've lived my whole life I had a future. And here I learn from complete strangers, that I’m a freaking key.”

Tim spoke up for the first time, “Heather, calm yourself. The country is going to be forced into a situation where they will need you. It’s a supernatural thing. I know you don’t believe in super powers. But you have them. I have them. It’s in our genes”

Yeah right. These guys were loaded with a bunch of crap. This so called ‘cousin’ of hers is sitting here trying to convince her that she has superpowers? This whole thing is extremely crazy. Then again, it sounds pretty fun. If they think of her as some kind of God, She might be able to make a fortune. What the heck. She might as well…

She put on her best negotiation face “How much are you willing to pay?”

Trevor spoke without hesitation “You’re life, how does that sound?”

With that, it’d be stupid to say no. So she said with hesitation “…Sure, what the heck. I have nothing better to do.” 

He sighed deeply while turning around and looking at one of his guards. He had a gun in his back pocket. Who does that? She stood up and went to the sink, to wash her hands. No water, great. She turned around and looked at Trevor, who was now in the living room, talking to both of his little henchmen.

She spoke loudly, annoyingly, and with power, “So when do you start?”

He turned and stared at her with eyes of hope, “We start as soon as we get a hold of the government, I’m hoping we can get these things figured out before the Germans come to capture-“ But she couldn't listen to his words anymore, she couldn't keep her eyes off the glowing orange light that was just outside. Before she knew it, the house was caving in on them, and the ground was falling beneath them. She couldn't see Trevor, but she didn't care. All she cared for was her own safety.  She could only come to one conclusion while she was running outside of the house. The world had declared war on her, and she can only choose one side. And that side right now, was herself.

A tremor shook the earth underneath her while she was running across the street. She fell to her knees. A school bus was driving right for her. Getting closer, and closer, everything around her was going wrong all at once. And she couldn't do anything. She only wished that she could survive this, or did she? The school bus had no intention of slowing its terrifying pace. She reached out her hands in a last ditch effort the save herself. The bus was nothing short of ten feet from her, when it lifted off the ground.  It was floating along with her hands, as though she was controlling it. Everything around her seemed to have paused. No noise was being made, as though time had been completely stopped. She looked around to see Trevor under a pile of rubble. She hadn't seen Timothy since a few seconds ago in the house, when everything was normal, or more normal. Something struck her neck. She felt no pain, but she blacked out. There was an empty hole in her head, a gap that was incompletely filled, a massive void of subconscious. She was watching herself run out of the house; a straight path of blue light was circling in front of her, shielding her from harm.  She was supernatural.  And then, black. 

When death is crowned: Intro to Timothy Shelfer

Timothy Shelfer, was one of the of the United States best undercover agents. At a towering five feet, five inches, he was pale as a vampire.  Weighing in at 260 pounds, makes up for it in muscle. He put down his pen, signing his name for the hundredth time this morning, he’s only been clocked in for half an hour. Leaning back, thinking about his tiny office, he just moved into it from a cubical a week ago. His phone startled him. Strange, He wasn't easily scared. He reached forward and picked the phone up out of its cradle, took a breath, and spoke.

“Timothy’s office, this is…Timothy”. He said this awkwardly. Somehow he made it to be a field agent. 

A lower voice spoke “Tim, we have your cousin captive. We know what you do, and we know what you’re capable of. Find us and we can negotiate” this voice was muffled. He had no idea who this was. So he asked the obvious question.

“Who is this?”

“Timothy. We know your intelligent, so just find us.”

Tim had no idea what was going on. He had control of his life. Everything was going right, he had a girlfriend, Susan. Who was an amazing girl, always lifted him up, and moved him forward. She was beautiful in his eyes. He had a well-paid Job. A Running car, it was paid for. Everything was going for him. This phone call pulled him out of his comfort zone, threw him in some mud, and kicked him in the face a few times. He forgot he was still on the phone.

“Look I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t have a cousin. And-“

The voice interrupted “Her name is Heather Shelfer. Ring a bell?”

Timothy was speechless, this made his skin crawl. “I don’t have any cousins…that I know of”

“Look Tim…” This bothered him. No one calls him Tim. “… We've done the research. What did you Mom tell you about your Dad’s murder?”

Timothy thought this was getting strange, but he answered. “My mother told me that My Dad was murdered alongside my uncle…why?”

“Your uncle’s name was Teddy Shelfer. He was a private investigator. He worked for only those who offered the right price. He was a bounty hunter. But Tim, your uncle was married, he was murdered during his wife’s pregnancy, who died during the birth. But the baby survived.”

This was news to Timothy. He has a cousin. He was starting to question the evil in this phone call. “So how old is this cousin? Is it a ‘He’ or a ‘she’? are you going to hurt-“

The voice interrupted again, how rude, “You have exactly forty-eight hours to be walking in this room, or we will pump her full of cyanide. It will be easy. The clock starts now” Timothy sat there in his suit, lounging in an office chair, realizing he has a cousin in captivity. He needed to save her. He spoke back into the phone 

“I’ll be there, you can count on it” But he realized that he was talking to nobody.  “How rude!”.

Just then his secretary walked in, she looked nice today. Sandra was a short, darker toned, brunette. She walked smoothly up to his desk, with an envelope in her hands. She set it down gently.

“Someone just delivered this, for you. They said you’d better open it, its ‘urgent” She said it in quotation marks, in a lower voice.

Reading it out loud he was taking it all in “You will find us in your home, we made sure your girlfriend won’t be coming for the dinner date. So you can come in with no one else. Sit down at a table with us and we can discuss the matters.”

Sandra had a puzzled look on her face, he tried covering it. “It’s just a joke from a friend. Don’t worry about it. But I need to go.” He stood grabbing his suit coat and putting it on, trying to stay cool. He started making his way past her. Once he got past the wooden door he started running, down the hallway, to the elevator. He smashed the ‘down’ button enough times to please his conscious. The doors opened finally, and he got in and pressed the ‘Ground Floor’ Button. He was whispering under his breath.

“I am Timothy Shelfer. I am five foot, five. I am a 38 years old. I don’t have any parents, I don’t really care one way or another. But one thing I do care about, is this cousin of mine, that I have never met. And I hope that I will be able too. Cause I am a good person.”

                                                 

                                                                       1.2

Timothy was wrong. He was not a good person. He spent his childhood in foster homes bullying the kids in school, two of the kids committed suicide. Once he got to high school, he got involved with Drugs, drinking, and sex. When he was 19, he robbed a convenience store with his friend. When the cops showed up, he grabbed the money, shot his friend in the knee, and took off running. He spent that night in an alley along one of the side roads in New York City. He made a hobby out of making friends and then betraying them. He made money while doing that. And that’s all that matters.  At the age of 23, his reputation came back to bite him. A group of friends who he betrayed found him, raided his apartment, and beat him. A few of them stayed up later to turn him into the cops, where he stayed for 8 years. He was released early for good behavior.  When he got out he was 31 years old. He then joined the military. He quickly worked his way up the ranks. They saw potential in him; at the age of 34 they asked him to be a field agent. He agreed. He had organized a few, clean, successful, assassinations on terrorists. He had become something great. He is a hero. But one thing he had learned, is that you’re enemy’s define who you are. But he, Timothy George Shelfer, had crowned death herself. 

To: You. From: Suffering

So I'm working the Mc Donalds drive-through today. This lady gave me a flyer. It wa about suffering. And how we neeed go take hold of it and fix it. I open it up. And it has this crap about seeing doctors about suffering. And what you can do to get away from suffering.

Well here's a reality check. Suffering has beem since Eve took a bite of that apple. It will probably remain till the end of humanity as we know it.

And another check. Suffering is something that can be cured, yes. But not by a doctor, theripest, of psychologest. But by our only true God...God! Seriously. He is the only way. Always. Especially when he knows whats going on in your life.

So yes, Mam. I would love to end suffering. But its not something im willing to fly over millions of suffering americans. To get to a foreign country, to help them. I know they appriciate it. But I find it hipocritical.

Not to be selfish. But rape victems, murderers, thieves, and other people who need help, are all in our very own backyard. Its just harder to find them, cause we're america...and we're to afraid to admit that we need help