The Seas of a Writer (part 4)

All bodies of water have a primal lure, their beauty is matched only by their haunting mystery. But these bodies of water are actually haunted…or so the legends go. The waters are full of horror. Back in the colonial days, there were people called ‘wreckers.’ They would stand on beaches with lanterns and trick ships into running aground and then loot the ship and kill anyone who survived on the beach. They’d then drag their bodies back to the water to make it look like a normal shipwreck. This is just one of the water’s nightmares. People say that the waters are cursed. According to legends, there are women, who drowned themselves in the water after being separated from their true love. Still searching for him today, they lure young men to their death in the green waters. There are clouds of death in these waters. When diving, a huge seiner net drifting towards unsuspecting people. It wasn’t anchored or attached to anything. Just a huge whirling cloud of death, full of barnacles and dolphin skeletons and decomposing fish. Some of the creatures of the deep are pure evil, but true evil can be found on land... 

Adaline had gotten away from the rest of the group after taking Lason to the real world to charge. She had opened a portal to a world where her favorite monsters roamed free to heal her arm before anyone could see it. The arm that she had written on during the fire had begun to swell and turn a purplish-black in color. Using the Pen of the Devil already was bad but using any of the pens on yourself was definitely bad. The Devil’s Pen is cursed; the user could die if not taking care of the curse properly. Adaline stood behind a tree as a small doll with red hair walked past. Adaline continued to walk among the trees, avoiding several other creatures that happened to be hunting for victims. After a long walk, Adaline finally came to a small seashore. 

The white sand sparkled in the moonlight as the waves came in and out. This was one of the seas that go through all the worlds but this is the only one that can heal Adaline’s arm. The seas connect all the worlds and power the portals. 

Adaline rolled up her sleeve and headed towards the water when she heard a twig snapped behind her. When she turned around Ethan was standing there. Adaline sighed, “Well, here we are. I knew you would find out the truth; I expected nothing less from myself.” Ethan’s face softened, “Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?” Adaline looked down to see one of her older notebooks in his hand, “A good writer keeps all of her work to improve one’s skills. You are not the first Ethan Eval and you probably won’t be the last since we are the same person.” Ethan’s eyes narrowed, “We are nothing alike. You are soft and can’t kill anyone; not even yourself!” He said it as he ran towards her. Adaline lost her footing and fell backward into the water. The waves pulled her under as she slowly lost consciousness… 

Ethan stood alone on the shore looking out to sea still holding Adaline’s old notebook. Ethan saw Adaline’s portal book laying in the sand. A smile appeared on his face as took the book. Now, time to meet this other me, Ethan thought as he opened a portal and stepped through it... 

Adaline stood in front of herself, surrounded by darkness. Adaline rubbed her forehead, “Ah, my head,” Adaline took in everything, “Who are you and where am I?” Adaline came up with an even better question, Who am I? Adaline tried to think but her head was blank. The other Adaline just smiled, “I am you and you are Adaline Anderson, a proud writer, and a creative girl.” Adaline stood as the other Adaline started to walk away. The darkness began to reveal a moment in time... 

A girl, short and chubby, sat on a small bed in a small room next to a wooden stove. The girl had short brown hair that would not stay down. Her brown eyes read over her work. The black Chromebook on the girl’s lap was warm as if it became a small cat. It purred as the girl typed her fear, hate, stress, and madness into the story. “This would stop the pain.” The girl’s voice, small but deep, sounding hurt. “I will make this world better, I must not let Him become me.”

The girl looked at the boy she had written. His brown eyes were full of hate and greed. His smile was an allusion to trap people in his web of lies. The girl smiled as if a large burden was removed from her shoulders. The girl signed her work and left the room. 

The google doc was still on. The light from the screen lit the room. The font was bold as if she had made a pound piece of art. At the top of the doc in big bright lettering read Ethan Edward Eval. The boy was indeed a part of the creator.

There at the bottom, read Adaline A. Anderson. For she had put herself last and made her hate into its own being. Her pain was now in the back of her mind, and now she could help her world... 

Adaline looked from the girl on the bed to the other Adaline, “When did Ethan’s eyes become green? I wrote brown eyes.” The other Adaline sighed, “You redid most of your old work, remember?” The scene began to change again...

“DIP, DIP.” The rain outside hit the window of the small bedroom of the proud writer. The heat from the fireplace downstairs made the room warmer. A young boy sat at a desk by the window and an older girl stood by his side, reading the short story.

“Wow, Ethan. That’s really good. But what happened to Archie?” The girl, a blond teen wearing a pink tee-shirt and jeans, named Mary Ann asked the boy named Ethan.

Ethan had a smile of a madman when he spoke, 

“Archie Smith found Elizabeth. Those who find Elizabeth must be the one to give up their body.” And now you’ll give up yours. This thought made Ethan smile as he pulled out a blank piece of paper and began to write.

 As Ethan wrote, Mary Ann slowly turned to face the closet. She had no control of her body. She opened the door. There on the floor was Elizabeth. She had a sharp-toothed smile.

Ethan stared at his newest story, his eyes full of pride. Behind his chair on the floor was a small pool of blood. Right by the closet... 

Adaline’s eyes widened, “That was a part of a story that I did for homework, but what’s happening now?” Both Adalines turned back to the scene that was still going…

The brown-eyed Ethan sat at his desk when a portal opened up in his bedroom. Ethan’s mouth dropped as the green-eyed Ethan stepped out of the portal. The pen of Death was in his hand and the brown-eyed Ethan fell to his knees, choking on his own blood. Ethan’s green eyes soften, “Sorry, but I can’t have my feeling get in the way of my goals.” Ethan then turned, leaving the other Ethan in a pool of his own blood...

Adaline emerged out of water in a coughing fit trying not to choke on the salty water. She had to get back to the others. Adaline pulled herself onto the shore and laid on her back to rest. The last thing she remembered before passing out was gazing up at the stars.