chapter two: how did you get here.

staring was the only thing this two men can do right now. no one can do anything until he came. no one can explain anything until he came. they just stared at each other. Eva saw nothing that relevant or familiar in a room or warehouse wherever she was transported to. everything seams different. yet, she fell something. something she can't put her finger. something......the door can swung open.
"ha-lo!" the man in the brown coat said. walking very swiftly while the dark-skinned woman trailed behind." you ruined pizza day for everyone"
"hey!" said the guy in a Grey hat. " I'm not the one how came out of nowhere. it's her."
"it's a 'she'." said the woman.
" is 'came out of nowhere' a metaphor for 'bring your favorite stripper to work day', i don't really know." the man in the brown coat replied.
" NO! "the woman said in protest. while the men stared in awkwardness."where exact did she come from?"
"exactly right thought the 'DOOR' " the short man said.
all of them stared at her. trying to guess what origin is she based. or how did she get her exactly. looking at her like some kind of alien relic or a exhibit at an art gallery. Eva didn't know what to do. she was transported into place she did not, it was not familiar to her. she did not move. she tried to get out of body, trying to imagine she was in a place that was not their. was not here. somewhere with sand and sea.
what happened next surprise her, once she open her eyes she was were she wanted, a beach. her eyes did not expect this or are her eyes fooling her. but, she came to acknowledged of the scenery and feel this paradise. she felt the sand in her hands, the water in her shoes, the sun in her skins. she felt safe.
" honey!.........honey!............honey!"
she snap her of her trance. realizing the woman was in front of her. wet. she gaze at the men and saw them all soak in water trying to chath their breaths.
" my name's Margaret." she said politely."what yours?"
"e-e-ee-Eva" she stuttered.
"so what are you, 'fan-boy' 'darkman' 'badwriter' 'critic'. come on! revile your self." the short man demanded while wiping himself and his clothes. trying to salvage the things in his pocket.
"shhhhh! she really scaried right now."she said. the man stood quite.
"HI" the brown coat man approach."can you tell m......"
she felt scaried. stepping away from the figure like a child in the dead of night. trying to get away from the monster in the closet.
"it's OK. his a friend." Margaret said. "he can help you."
that did not give her comfort. she is still scaried of the man.
"sorry" the man said." we might gotten off the wrong foot. my name is Joseph. the tall one's mark and short one's bob."
"hey! I'm not short." bob said."just small-figured."
" yeah right!" Joseph said. directing his comments on bob."so, we all have done pleasantries. now! on to business. can you tell me how did you get here?"
"from the door" she muttered.
"how exactly?"
"I was running." she said." trying to escape from some people. then, i saw my boss being shot by the people I'm running from. then, I kept running. then, i went to a door, opened it, and then I lock in the door. then..., i saw a DOOR, this door, that-t-t door." she tried to recall. "and it was a closet and their was no way out. so, the only way out was this door. this door with out any wall or room to the other side. i opened it and i saw light. and then, i felt brightness. and then, i saw him" pointing at bob "and him." pointing at mark."that how i got here."
both Margaret and Joseph draw their attention at mark and bob. looking at them like hungry-dogs. Joseph approach them both. wrapping him arm around them.
"I just have one question to you? he said." well! two questions, one being the latter, did your leave the DOOR open?
both men stated at each other.
"no....." an obvious lie.
"seriously!" Joseph said.
"seriously!" Margaret said.
"seriously!"
"seriously!"
" is that bad?" Eva said
"leaving the DOOR open means we get thing we aren't expecting.....like you." she said.
" the last time THAT DOOR was left opened the whole production of ' RENT ' came running and dancing and singing all over the place."
"what?!"Eva was confused.
"it's musical"Margaret replied.
" I still can't stand another 'la vie Boheme' running thought my ear." Joseph said " and the rule 'no dancing on the tables'. now! back to topic, why were you leaving the DOOR open and staring at it?"
"we wanted to have some light in the room and the light swicth was broken?" mark said
"oh great!" he said sarcastically."oh happy, joy, love, hugs and kisses great. do you know what would happen if you leave the DOOR open?!!!"
"uhhhh! no" he said in shame.
"wel! all things,small or large, gets suck thought the portal from god knows what. and it goes here and we have to DEAL WITH IT . and it's a GOOD thing that the only thing that came out of the DOOR is this GIRL. and YOUR lucky that your alive AND if some thing ELSE came out that DOOR we would ,no, we will see your dead ass bodies on the ground."
" but..."bob intruded " she wasn't suck thought the portal."
all of them stared at bob, curious. intrigue. and a little distracted by Joseph's little monologue.
"she said she saw a door like a door just like ours."
"which means?" Margaret replied.
"which means?" Mark replied.
"which means?" Eva replied.
"which means!" Joseph replied.
"which means Eva came to a DOOR. which means when opening the DOOR, our DOOR, the portal didn't suck anything from god know what. which means we intercepted someones path. which means someone has been entering and exiting the worlds. which means"
Margaret, bob and mark are stunned from what they are hearing. piecing together the thing sends chills thought their spines.Eva, Naive from all the commotion.
"someones changing the words"

continue to chapter three

eposide one: what her purpose

Chapter one: a robbery

it was still dark, but you can see the blue hue. The city was engulf be the this odd and nostalgic blue shade. The street light seam to dim as the morning sun rises. What a beautiful site it is for the ever so boring Monday. This week had started with an habitual coffee for Mrs. Eva green . She thought of skipping work for today. But then, her perfect excuse well has been dried-out for the past month. A lane excuse may not cover her ass from his jerk of a boss. But, she did what she had to do and the thing that runs her house does not come cheap. She showered and dress appropriately and took a bus to the business district. As you may not know, Mrs. Eva green works at a bank in the heart of the district. She a teller, a very strong and planted woman. Yet, she has to contend with a boss that has the voice of a loudspeaker and a angry face that sail a tousand crying officemates. A real jerk.

She did what she had done all the years she had been working on the smith&smith national bank. Prepared her desk, run some uncounted money from last week, and practice her face to smile. prepearing her self to the things that may put on her face. Little did she know, that her life will change forever.

the Grey van in the corner near the bank was not participially suspicious.what was odd is how it was parked. the van is located in front of the smith&smith national bank. no one in their right mind would park in a spot that literary hit the sun at every direction, if you really want to come back with a car that is so hot you want would think it is an oven. the van had tinted windows and from the time it was park, no one, not even a single sign of life came out .it did not interest the attention of passers-by, until...

"BOOM"

the van exploded in an expression of dust and fire. up to this point, the van was now notice by everyone, even eva's jerk of a boss.

'my god.......' one of the tellers said as she peared into the window. trying to keep calm until the cops arrive. seeing the debrie of a van that once stood thier. thinking if the soul on the van survive this horenduce ordeal.

security made the protocol to lock the doors as soon as possible. one of the guards was assigned to the back door at the right entrace of the bank. this man was considred fat for his built. but, a modest wieght for his size. runnning was event for him. so walking is more his style. nearing the door, he thought of eat some after this. maybe something.........CREAMY. then the door him on the face, how sad.

eagerly, the man in ski mask came rushing to the door not realizing the unconcious security guard laying on the shinny floor. these man had a mission. get in, mane security, take the money from the tellers, take everyone to the safe, lock it, get out. guns were loaded, everything was on-plan. the robbery was in-set.

eva green was still curious of the gray van expolding in front of bank. most of her coleages were still speculating on the cause or motive of the culprits of this crime. speculation ended with a hard bang from the door.

the event were so fast that no one even reacted to armed man rushing into the office. at one second, the men took the light out of the guards. one man shouted at the maneger and hurried him to the counter. every one was ask to take all the money to the black bag. they were told to make a line and put thier hands-up. the plan was working smoothly.

eva was nervous. she did not know what one of her hostage- takers said all that she could notice was that tatoo on the neck. it was consealed by the ski mask but she can recognize it. recalling the time she was love and lost at that point. it was a......

'RUN' her jerk of a boss said to her. and all that she could do was run. running as fast as possible. trying not to look back, but she did. in a milisecond of time, she saw how her jerk of a boss shoot in the back, aching in pain. kneeling, falling to the floor. seeing how life is take. but all she could do is run. she saw a door. she opened it and close it shut.

what she saw was puculiar. a door. a door that lead to nowhere. no wall that holds it. no room that would lead to it, as a asumption. she heared banging. realizing that this room was a closet. without door or windows or signs to freedom. she had to take a chance. the banging became louder. she aprooch the door. she turn the knob and wiht luck it was unlock. she opened that door and thier was a light. she opened it and went in. the light was blinding her so much that she could not see her way out. then, she fell.

the light was gone.

trying to come her senses. the only thing she notice was two man eating pizza. both suprise, one of the men took his cell and called someone

'joseph! you better get in here. thier is something or SOMEONE you would like to see.'

continue to chapter two

introduction

fiction, in the Webster dictionary, it means an invented story; any literary works with imaginary characters. and events as a novel, play, etc. something that is not real. something that is true. but, what if we were wrong what if fiction is a portal to another world. what if all the characters are real and the events are simple glimpse into their time, their history, their present. what if i would tell you that for every story written by a genius or any half-drunk guy in a bar, for every film or TV episode made by any producer, writer or fan,a whole new world from a different dimension resides. where witch and princess and magic do exist. what if i tell you that for every book ever publish or for ever story that was said and pass down thought the generations holds a portal to that world. and what if i tell you that we have been visited? that for a time this "doors" rust and decay allowing the two worlds to collied. releasing the most beautiful and deadly power on earth........imagination.

this is what i do to protect the worlds and also our world from colliding with each other. keeping time and space and matter from total destruction. trying to lead the good home and banish the evil back, until i die. this is what I'm doing. this is what I'm meant to do. this is what I am. I'm the protector. I'm the keeper. I'm the unknown. I'm........... and this is my story. how ironic