I know that you guys have never seen any of my writing, and since I got some inspiration yesterday I decided to whip up this for you guys. It's actually a spin of a fan fiction novel I wrote a few years ago. I left the details a little light, so lets see if you can guess what this is about. And there might even be free likes.
Reawakening
Lima, Peru
April, 2006
The ringing of a phone cut through the warm, humid air. An American man in his mid fifties put down his coffee and went to pick it up. Upon seeing the call was from somewhere in the United States, he stopped for a second. He hadn't been expecting the call, and yet he knew exactly who it was – his adviser from a top secret witness protection program. The adviser only called when he had to relocate or take some other precautions. He sighed and picked up the phone, wondering if they were going to relocate him again.
“There have been some developments back home,” the adviser said. The man paused. It had been months since he had heard, or for that matter spoken, any English.
“Good or bad,” he asked.
“It's about your sister. She's been found.” The man stopped. His sister had disappeared more than a decade ago. Due to his being in the program, he had not heard any details other than that no one knew exactly what happened. To hear she had been found was heart lifting, although he guessed it didn't matter much since he didn't have a way to contact her.
“Where is she?” he asked.
“In a small town in Arizona.”
“And her family?”
“They're with her.”
“When did this happen?”
“About a year and a half ago.”
The man tensed up. “And you're just telling me this now?” he asked in a raised voice.
“Are you kidding me?” the adviser said harshly. “The media's been all over this. We couldn't risk the exposure.” The man sighed. His adviser was right as usual. It was a better idea to keep him where the media couldn't reach.
“Why is it safe to tell me now?”
“Because the woman you're hiding from is behind bars.” The man should have felt relived, and he guessed he did a little, but he still couldn't get over the shock. That woman was an expert at covering her tracks. Even though he had walked in on the robbery, there was still no evidence to connect her to the crime. That's why he was hiding.
“What did they get her on?” he asked. The adviser paused for a moment.
“It turns out she was the one behind your sister's disappearance.”
“What?” the man gasped. Had this woman done this to his sister just to hurt him? No it wasn't possible. They didn't even know each other. The romance he had had with this woman had been a quick hidden affair – a few months of dating followed by them eloping. They were waiting for the right time to tell their families, but never got around to it because of the robbery. The divorce happened as quickly as possible and then he was whisked away to remain incognito. It didn't make sense. His ex-wife didn't have a reason to go after his sister. But then...
His sister had married her best friend from childhood, who was a part of a wealthy family and on top of that had proceeded to make his own fortune. He did remember his ex being quite the money fanatic. That was the reason wasn't it?
The adviser confirmed that he was right.
“So if she's now in jail...” He started.
“Yes, you have been cleared to come back,” the adviser said. “But I would be careful if I were you. There is reason to suggest that she might still be criminally active, despite being locked up.”
“Like what?”
“We don't know yet.” The man took a deep breath.
“My sister? Does she know?”
“Know what?”
“That I'm okay?”
“That's why I called,” his adviser said, and the man got the feeling there was more to be said. “The police were searching your ex's house when they found the marriage certificate. She knows that you were married.” The man looked at the ground. “And due to this find, they want to question you about connecting your ex to past crimes.”
“So, I'm going home,” the man said.
“To the United States, yes.” his adviser explained. “But you won't be heading to your hometown. There's a flight leaving for Phoenix in five hours. We've arranged for you to get a seat. When you land, you are to look for a woman named Scarlet Vanhouisen. She will take you the rest of the way.” The man felt hopeful.
“Thank you,” he said, “for everything.”
“You're welcome. And good luck Michael.”
He hung up the phone and went to pack his suitcases, realizing that this was the first time in years than he had been called by his real name.
Phoenix, Arizona
Scarlet
Most husbands would be suspicious if their wives had been asked meet a man they don't know at the airport. Scarlet's had wished her luck and given her a kiss on the cheek. It must have had something to do with the fact that the man she was giving a ride to was the brother of one of her best friends. She sat at by a luggage carousel at Sky Harbor Airport going over what she would say in her mind. She knew his name was Michel and that he had spent over a decade traveling the world under a witness protection program. What she didn't know is how much she would have to explain to him.
Slowly but surely, suitcases started to fill the carousel. Scarlet straightened her top so her name tag would show better even though she knew it would take him who knows how long to go through customs. At last, she saw him, or at least it had to be him considering he looked a lot like her friend. She stood up as he went to the carousel to pick up his luggage.
“You're Scarlet, right,” he asked when he approached her. Scarlet said “yes” and then offered to take one of his bags. Then they walked toward the pick up area where Scarlet had been allowed to park. “So where are we going? All they said over the phone was that it's small.”
“It's actually my hometown,” Scarlet told him while helping him place his items in the car.
“How'd you end up here?”
“My husband's from the area.” They got in the car and Scarlet started the drive.
I know that you guys have never seen any of my writing, and since I got some inspiration yesterday I decided to whip up this for you guys. It's actually a spin of a fan fiction novel I wrote a few years ago. I left the details a little light, so lets see if you can guess what this is about.
And there might even be free likes.Reawakening
Lima, Peru
April, 2006
The ringing of a phone cut through the warm, humid air. An American man
in his mid fifties put down his coffee and went to pick it up. Upon
seeing the call was from somewhere in the United States, he stopped
for a second. He hadn't been expecting the call, and yet he knew
exactly who it was – his adviser from a top secret witness
protection program. The adviser only called when he had to relocate
or take some other precautions. He sighed and picked up the phone,
wondering if they were going to relocate him again.
“There have been some developments back home,” the adviser said. The man
paused. It had been months since he had heard, or for that matter
spoken, any English.
“Good or bad,” he asked.
“It's about your sister. She's been found.” The man stopped. His
sister had disappeared more than a decade ago. Due to his being in
the program, he had not heard any details other than that no one knew
exactly what happened. To hear she had been found was heart lifting,
although he guessed it didn't matter much since he didn't have a way
to contact her.
“Where is she?” he asked.
“In a small town in Arizona.”
“And her family?”
“They're with her.”
“When did this happen?”
“About a year and a half ago.”
The man tensed up. “And you're just telling me this now?” he asked
in a raised voice.
“Are you kidding me?” the adviser said harshly. “The media's been all
over this. We couldn't risk the exposure.” The man sighed. His
adviser was right as usual. It was a better idea to keep him where
the media couldn't reach.
“Why is it safe to tell me now?”
“Because the woman you're hiding from is behind bars.” The man should have
felt relived, and he guessed he did a little, but he still couldn't
get over the shock. That woman was an expert at covering her tracks.
Even though he had walked in on the robbery, there was still no
evidence to connect her to the crime. That's why he was hiding.
“What did they get her on?” he asked. The adviser paused for a moment.
“It turns out she was the one behind your sister's disappearance.”
“What?” the man gasped. Had this woman done this to his sister just to hurt
him? No it wasn't possible. They didn't even know each other. The
romance he had had with this woman had been a quick hidden affair –
a few months of dating followed by them eloping. They were waiting
for the right time to tell their families, but never got around to it
because of the robbery. The divorce happened as quickly as possible
and then he was whisked away to remain incognito. It didn't make
sense. His ex-wife didn't have a reason to go after his sister. But
then...
His sister had married her best friend from childhood, who was a part of
a wealthy family and on top of that had proceeded to make his own
fortune. He did remember his ex being quite the money fanatic. That
was the reason wasn't it?
The adviser confirmed that he was right.
“So if she's now in jail...” He started.
“Yes, you have been cleared to come back,” the adviser said. “But I
would be careful if I were you. There is reason to suggest that she
might still be criminally active, despite being locked up.”
“Like what?”
“We don't know yet.” The man took a deep breath.
“My sister? Does she know?”
“Know what?”
“That I'm okay?”
“That's why I called,” his adviser said, and the man got the feeling there
was more to be said. “The police were searching your ex's house
when they found the marriage certificate. She knows that you were
married.” The man looked at the ground. “And due to this find,
they want to question you about connecting your ex to past crimes.”
“So, I'm going home,” the man said.
“To the United States, yes.” his adviser explained. “But you won't
be heading to your hometown. There's a flight leaving for Phoenix
in five hours. We've arranged for you to get a seat. When you land,
you are to look for a woman named Scarlet Vanhouisen. She will take
you the rest of the way.” The man felt hopeful.
“Thank you,” he said, “for everything.”
“You're welcome. And good luck Michael.”
He hung up the phone and went to pack his suitcases, realizing that this
was the first time in years than he had been called by his real name.
Phoenix, Arizona
Scarlet
Most husbands would be suspicious if their wives had been asked meet a man
they don't know at the airport. Scarlet's had wished her luck and
given her a kiss on the cheek. It must have had something to do with
the fact that the man she was giving a ride to was the brother of one
of her best friends. She sat at by a luggage carousel at Sky Harbor
Airport going over what she would say in her mind. She knew his name
was Michel and that he had spent over a decade traveling the world
under a witness protection program. What she didn't know is how much
she would have to explain to him.
Slowly but surely, suitcases started to fill the carousel. Scarlet
straightened her top so her name tag would show better even though
she knew it would take him who knows how long to go through customs.
At last, she saw him, or at least it had to be him considering he
looked a lot like her friend. She stood up as he went to the
carousel to pick up his luggage.
“You're Scarlet, right,” he asked when he approached her. Scarlet said
“yes” and then offered to take one of his bags. Then they walked
toward the pick up area where Scarlet had been allowed to park. “So
where are we going? All they said over the phone was that it's
small.”
“It's actually my hometown,” Scarlet told him while helping him place his
items in the car.
“How'd you end up here?”
“My husband's from the area.” They got in the car and Scarlet started
the drive.
Edited by VisitJoan