CHAPTER 10
The old woman glanced at her watch; she had two miles to walk until she was in the designated position. She felt tired and weary, just old. Admittedly there were other ways to travel, it was just she shouldn’t influence anything. In herself she felt excited; this time she had a role to play and a line to deliver. Until that moment she must not affect anything, not even touch it, and definitely not talk to anyone. That was her purpose, that’s what made her useful. “This one will be perfect,” she croaked.
Olivia was late, her brain was scrambled. “This is so strange. Why would that happen? There is no logic- what’s missing?” Olivia did her best to put her finger on it; but couldn’t. I’m loosing it... too much pressure.
Olivia sat at her large Mahogany desk and pulled her sketch book from a drawer. She clicked the lead in the pencil into position and paused. For a moment she ran the images through her mind. What was it? Connector, time frame, eyes and Retina Blue, she scribbled. When she was finished she stared at the sheet, there was no obvious connection.
Leaning back in her chair Olivia gazed into space for a moment, her head swooned: she grabbed the table. The image of the being’s eyes haunted her. What was missing? Olivia paused before she drew the Connector’s eye as best she could. They were green or were they turquoise? Or clear? It carried a pattern not like normal eyes or was it missing a pattern? What the Hell was it? Olivia put her head in her hands, she felt exhausted, ill, weak and insane. “Where’s Max when I need him? I need his rationale,” she muttered. Creative minds…
Olivia took a deep breath and attempted to concentrate. Whatever it was it didn’t intend to kill her, maybe it was mutated or some kind of weird result of cloning... But its eyes weren’t human. What was it?
Olivia paused mid-sketch, its eyes weren’t human. What does that mean? It wasn’t human?
Staring into space she retraced the events before. What had happened before she woke up? When had she been beaten? Why couldn’t she remember? Olivia pinched herself out of courtesy. She had done that before, many times as a child. Yes she had experienced visions before - either when stressed or when she was too involved in her imagery. But they were just kid’s visions- they happened with over active imaginations. They only ever happened when she was a child. She was not a child and was in complete control! Next she would have another imaginary friend.
Olivia rested her head in her hands; it was happening again, the creativity was taking over. When she was young she would get so involved in her inner landscape that she could get stuck. Hours and hours of day dreaming enabled her to travel through her ornate mental labyrinths, the source of her inspiration. Of course she never told people where she got the images, they would never understand and she certainly couldn’t show them. Olivia huffed, it was there again, the events that took place at thirteen and the labyrinth that became the place to escape and hide. The door was opening and it was calling her. She had not been there for years. She could not go there. If she went in again she feared she would never return. She had almost died there once; she was not going to let it happen again.
“Could I have imagined this whole thing?” Olivia shook her head; I’m a twenty nine year old woman. Surely not. Olivia glanced at the carpet; something sparkled from amongst the shag pile. The hour glass. Olivia dashed over and picked up the tiny ornament and stared at it. “It’s empty- but it’s real.”
Within a second the glass shattered, disintegrating in her hand. The glitter-like dust lifted and wafted through the window. Shit!
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Retina Blue Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
The angry message belted from the phone. Olivia struggled not to react; his anger was increasing in regularity. Whatever she did was never good enough. She could not win. And now she certainly could not explain the situation she was in.
The intruder watched her response curiously but said nothing.
Olivia frowned. Why did the intruder appear satisfied by the onslaught?
“That’s it, my timing’s done,” it said calmly.
“No! What? You held me at gun-point so my bloody arsehole of an agent could have a go at me? What kind of weirdo are you?” demanded Olivia.
The intruder turned its back on her and shook the hour glass. “Yep the timing is perfect. Time to go. We did well.”
Olivia flushed red. “Wait! What on earth are you and who are you working for? Why did you do this?”
With its back to her the intruder removed the barrier guarding its face. For a moment it paused, then turned to Olivia and blinked a couple of times.
Olivia recoiled, “what the...?” She dug her fingers into the carpet and jammed her feet into the floor. Her instinct was to escape but the wall prevented her. All she could do was shake her head.
“I work for someone higher. I am known as the Connector and the timing is falling out,” it said casually. “It’s all got a bit out of hand for me to take such a measure…”
“You’re mad!”
The Connector’s small mouth curled. “Believe what you wish.”
Olivia’s breath was rapid as she scanned the being. “Why show me your face? What on earth are you?” asked Olivia, tears trickling down her cheeks.
The Connector waited expecting the inevitable.
Olivia grabbed her stomach and suppressed a wave of nausea while her head swam. Goose bumps prickled all over her body. What stood before her was like nothing she had ever seen before. There was something weird about its eyes.
The Connector glanced back at the hour glass, “I’m not showing you my face, you are recognising my face and you are witnessing my eyes. It will help you in the future - we will meet again.”
“But I don’t want to meet again!”
“The choice is not yours to make and it will be a much nicer experience next time. I won’t bring the weapon.”
Olivia shivered; still she was transfixed and cautiously scanned the Connector’s features. Huge clear eyes, almost white skin and pale thin lips- just not real. There was something about the eyes. They were so beautiful, so turquoise - like the clear waters of Polynesia. Yet there was something missing.
The Connector gestured, “by seeing my eyes you will know what you are looking for, what is extra in you, and what I am missing. You are now on a search for Retina Blue: it will be the genius behind your work. Think of it as a divine gift.”
It paused and gazed into her eyes, “you are very lucky- if luck exists,” it smirked.
“Retina Blue? What on earth does that mean?” she asked in a dazed tone.
“I said our time is up! The rest is up to you.” The Connector turned towards the window, paused for a second, glanced back. “Olivia consider the people you have in your life. A lot of them are arseholes. Time to clear them out!” It smiled, waved, ran and then jumped.
Olivia scrambled urgently to standing and sprinted towards the window. She paused and gazed out onto the street. Her glance navigated one hundred and eighty degrees. Nothing. It had disappeared... How was that possible?
The space between the ground and the window was empty. There was no evidence and no where for it to go. What’s more there wasn’t a body on the ground. Nothing. The only other visible living entity was a squawking raven perched on a chimney of the apartment block across the street.
“I must be having a flash back or something… It must be the stress. There was nothing here… This is all in my mind…Go to routine- it’s safe. Move on. It means nothing. It was just an extended dream.”
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The angry message belted from the phone. Olivia struggled not to react; his anger was increasing in regularity. Whatever she did was never good enough. She could not win. And now she certainly could not explain the situation she was in.
The intruder watched her response curiously but said nothing.
Olivia frowned. Why did the intruder appear satisfied by the onslaught?
“That’s it, my timing’s done,” it said calmly.
“No! What? You held me at gun-point so my bloody arsehole of an agent could have a go at me? What kind of weirdo are you?” demanded Olivia.
The intruder turned its back on her and shook the hour glass. “Yep the timing is perfect. Time to go. We did well.”
Olivia flushed red. “Wait! What on earth are you and who are you working for? Why did you do this?”
With its back to her the intruder removed the barrier guarding its face. For a moment it paused, then turned to Olivia and blinked a couple of times.
Olivia recoiled, “what the...?” She dug her fingers into the carpet and jammed her feet into the floor. Her instinct was to escape but the wall prevented her. All she could do was shake her head.
“I work for someone higher. I am known as the Connector and the timing is falling out,” it said casually. “It’s all got a bit out of hand for me to take such a measure…”
“You’re mad!”
The Connector’s small mouth curled. “Believe what you wish.”
Olivia’s breath was rapid as she scanned the being. “Why show me your face? What on earth are you?” asked Olivia, tears trickling down her cheeks.
The Connector waited expecting the inevitable.
Olivia grabbed her stomach and suppressed a wave of nausea while her head swam. Goose bumps prickled all over her body. What stood before her was like nothing she had ever seen before. There was something weird about its eyes.
The Connector glanced back at the hour glass, “I’m not showing you my face, you are recognising my face and you are witnessing my eyes. It will help you in the future - we will meet again.”
“But I don’t want to meet again!”
“The choice is not yours to make and it will be a much nicer experience next time. I won’t bring the weapon.”
Olivia shivered; still she was transfixed and cautiously scanned the Connector’s features. Huge clear eyes, almost white skin and pale thin lips- just not real. There was something about the eyes. They were so beautiful, so turquoise - like the clear waters of Polynesia. Yet there was something missing.
The Connector gestured, “by seeing my eyes you will know what you are looking for, what is extra in you, and what I am missing. You are now on a search for Retina Blue: it will be the genius behind your work. Think of it as a divine gift.”
It paused and gazed into her eyes, “you are very lucky- if luck exists,” it smirked.
“Retina Blue? What on earth does that mean?” she asked in a dazed tone.
“I said our time is up! The rest is up to you.” The Connector turned towards the window, paused for a second, glanced back. “Olivia consider the people you have in your life. A lot of them are arseholes. Time to clear them out!” It smiled, waved, ran and then jumped.
Olivia scrambled urgently to standing and sprinted towards the window. She paused and gazed out onto the street. Her glance navigated one hundred and eighty degrees. Nothing. It had disappeared... How was that possible?
The space between the ground and the window was empty. There was no evidence and no where for it to go. What’s more there wasn’t a body on the ground. Nothing. The only other visible living entity was a squawking raven perched on a chimney of the apartment block across the street.
“I must be having a flash back or something… It must be the stress. There was nothing here… This is all in my mind…Go to routine- it’s safe. Move on. It means nothing. It was just an extended dream.”
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Retina Blue Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
The art agent had finally had enough; he clenched his fists and gritted teeth. “She’s done it again! How many times do I have to be treated like this?”
That was it-the last bloody straw. He was going to tell her exactly what he thought of her. Richard, the agent, attacked his mobile phone and poked in the numbers furiously. “She’d better be on her way! Or... or I’ll...” he muttered. He paced and stamped on the black and white patterned marble floor of the gallery creating an echo. The phone rang.
“This is Olivia, please leave a message,” said the answering machine clicking on.
“Where the bloody Hell are you? Get your pathetic arse over here now! I won’t take this shit anymore! You will get here and put this exhibition together or we both loose everything!” he yelled. When he was finished he snapped the phone shut, it dropped awkwardly to the floor. The agent loosened his collar; his neck took on an even darker shade of red. Beads of sweat caressed his forehead and dribbled down his nose. He clasped his chest. “She’ll be the death of me.”
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The art agent had finally had enough; he clenched his fists and gritted teeth. “She’s done it again! How many times do I have to be treated like this?”
That was it-the last bloody straw. He was going to tell her exactly what he thought of her. Richard, the agent, attacked his mobile phone and poked in the numbers furiously. “She’d better be on her way! Or... or I’ll...” he muttered. He paced and stamped on the black and white patterned marble floor of the gallery creating an echo. The phone rang.
“This is Olivia, please leave a message,” said the answering machine clicking on.
“Where the bloody Hell are you? Get your pathetic arse over here now! I won’t take this shit anymore! You will get here and put this exhibition together or we both loose everything!” he yelled. When he was finished he snapped the phone shut, it dropped awkwardly to the floor. The agent loosened his collar; his neck took on an even darker shade of red. Beads of sweat caressed his forehead and dribbled down his nose. He clasped his chest. “She’ll be the death of me.”
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Retina Blue Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
Olivia glanced at the phone. The message beeped.
“Good morning darling. Well I hope you are doing okay with the art work and the hanging of it all. I wish I could be there to support you but you know how these conferences go. Work, work, work! Anyway with regards to you I bet you can’t wait until all the heavy work is over and the pictures are in place. Knowing you it will look fantastic. Anyway lo..ve you and see you when I get back.”
“Don’t trust him,” said the intruder.
What? Olivia frowned, the intruder, who had entered her apartment, who was currently holding her at gunpoint, was now telling her not to trust her boyfriend?
“His tone reveals he’s a liar,” said the intruder, justifying itself.
Olivia ignored the comment as she grappled to sit upright. “You know what? I don’t get this... What are you doing here? What do you want from me? If it’s money...”
“Why does it always have to be about money? Do I look as though I have the slightest interest in shinny pieces of metal?”
Olivia frowned, what did that mean? What was it? “Then…?”
“As I said... I’m waiting.” The person in black paused and glanced out of the window and back to the hour-glass in front of it.
“Are you some kind of weird stalker of ex-child prodigies?” asked Olivia.
“God No!” The intruder leant against the wall and sighed. “Do you understand the concept of timing?” It asked.
“In relation to what?” asked Olivia. The maniac holding her at gun-point wanted a bloody conversation about timing? She needed to focus. How could she distract it so she could escape?
“Don’t bother thinking about escape. There isn’t time... And the timing is in relation to the universe,” said the intruder definitely.
Olivia stared at the being in disbelief; she didn’t intend to discuss physics with a gun-wielding psycho. It had to be some kind of nutter. Yet it didn’t seem to want any money, in fact it didn’t seem to want anything. It just seemed to be waiting for something to happen. What was it waiting for?
Olivia frowned and glanced erratically about the room. How could she get out? In that time Olivia noticed the intruder felt odd, what’s more it didn’t have a shadow. Olivia squinted and touched the back of her head. It was still painful. Olivia frowned; the intruder was real wasn’t it?
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Olivia glanced at the phone. The message beeped.
“Good morning darling. Well I hope you are doing okay with the art work and the hanging of it all. I wish I could be there to support you but you know how these conferences go. Work, work, work! Anyway with regards to you I bet you can’t wait until all the heavy work is over and the pictures are in place. Knowing you it will look fantastic. Anyway lo..ve you and see you when I get back.”
“Don’t trust him,” said the intruder.
What? Olivia frowned, the intruder, who had entered her apartment, who was currently holding her at gunpoint, was now telling her not to trust her boyfriend?
“His tone reveals he’s a liar,” said the intruder, justifying itself.
Olivia ignored the comment as she grappled to sit upright. “You know what? I don’t get this... What are you doing here? What do you want from me? If it’s money...”
“Why does it always have to be about money? Do I look as though I have the slightest interest in shinny pieces of metal?”
Olivia frowned, what did that mean? What was it? “Then…?”
“As I said... I’m waiting.” The person in black paused and glanced out of the window and back to the hour-glass in front of it.
“Are you some kind of weird stalker of ex-child prodigies?” asked Olivia.
“God No!” The intruder leant against the wall and sighed. “Do you understand the concept of timing?” It asked.
“In relation to what?” asked Olivia. The maniac holding her at gun-point wanted a bloody conversation about timing? She needed to focus. How could she distract it so she could escape?
“Don’t bother thinking about escape. There isn’t time... And the timing is in relation to the universe,” said the intruder definitely.
Olivia stared at the being in disbelief; she didn’t intend to discuss physics with a gun-wielding psycho. It had to be some kind of nutter. Yet it didn’t seem to want any money, in fact it didn’t seem to want anything. It just seemed to be waiting for something to happen. What was it waiting for?
Olivia frowned and glanced erratically about the room. How could she get out? In that time Olivia noticed the intruder felt odd, what’s more it didn’t have a shadow. Olivia squinted and touched the back of her head. It was still painful. Olivia frowned; the intruder was real wasn’t it?
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Retina Blue Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
Grabbing a white towel from the towel rack Max paused by a mirror and admired his physique. He was muscular and had a face that resembled Elvis. He was attractive and knew it. He spent hours at the gym pounding the machines for that very reason; why Olivia put up with him was a different matter.
“Olivia must still be needy- it makes it so much easier,” he said checking his face for blemishes.
Max glanced at his phone, he had to call her. He glanced across the room and launched himself onto the bed. He dialled the hotel operator and offered Olivia’s number for connection, “charge the call to my business account please.”
Olivia’s answering machine clicked on. Max frowned, paused, and then cleared his throat. “Good morning darling. Well I hope you are doing okay with the art work and the hanging of it all. I wish I could be there to support you but you know how these conferences go. Work, work, work! Anyway with regards to you - I bet you can’t wait until all the heavy work is over and the pictures are in place. Knowing you it’ll look fantastic. Anyway lo…ve you and see you when I get back.”
He checked his watch Seven-thirty am and frowned. She can’t have overslept?
He called her mobile. No answer.
He frowned. “Where are you Olivia? You don’t sleep so what are you doing?”
She has to get there, that’s the only way I’ll get my money.
Max studied the phone, “she must have left already,” he said better!
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Grabbing a white towel from the towel rack Max paused by a mirror and admired his physique. He was muscular and had a face that resembled Elvis. He was attractive and knew it. He spent hours at the gym pounding the machines for that very reason; why Olivia put up with him was a different matter.
“Olivia must still be needy- it makes it so much easier,” he said checking his face for blemishes.
Max glanced at his phone, he had to call her. He glanced across the room and launched himself onto the bed. He dialled the hotel operator and offered Olivia’s number for connection, “charge the call to my business account please.”
Olivia’s answering machine clicked on. Max frowned, paused, and then cleared his throat. “Good morning darling. Well I hope you are doing okay with the art work and the hanging of it all. I wish I could be there to support you but you know how these conferences go. Work, work, work! Anyway with regards to you - I bet you can’t wait until all the heavy work is over and the pictures are in place. Knowing you it’ll look fantastic. Anyway lo…ve you and see you when I get back.”
He checked his watch Seven-thirty am and frowned. She can’t have overslept?
He called her mobile. No answer.
He frowned. “Where are you Olivia? You don’t sleep so what are you doing?”
She has to get there, that’s the only way I’ll get my money.
Max studied the phone, “she must have left already,” he said better!
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Retina Blue Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
Olivia pulled her knees into her chest and sat with her back against the white wall. As she moved she winced. Had she been beaten? Had it beaten her? Her mouth was dry like fluff. What was going on? Had she been drugged? “What do you want from me?” she asked again.
The intruder side glanced her. “I don’t want anything from you in particular.”
“Look stop playing games. I know you are here to…” Olivia gestured at the dark shape.
The intruder waved the solid object like a toy. “Oh this. No you have it all wrong. It’s not so much that I’m here to kill you- it’s a mere warning. There are powers at work you have no understanding of. And my friend, it’s far better you know of such things now, before you make any discoveries.”
My friend? Olivia gazed at the person before her suspiciously: had someone sent it? Olivia chewed her lip? Why warn an artist trying to make a come-back? Olivia glanced at the door. The intruder stood mid-way, could she get past?
“I know what you’re thinking and I wouldn’t try it if I were you.”
Olivia was silent. How long was this going to go on? She had an exhibition to set up.
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Olivia pulled her knees into her chest and sat with her back against the white wall. As she moved she winced. Had she been beaten? Had it beaten her? Her mouth was dry like fluff. What was going on? Had she been drugged? “What do you want from me?” she asked again.
The intruder side glanced her. “I don’t want anything from you in particular.”
“Look stop playing games. I know you are here to…” Olivia gestured at the dark shape.
The intruder waved the solid object like a toy. “Oh this. No you have it all wrong. It’s not so much that I’m here to kill you- it’s a mere warning. There are powers at work you have no understanding of. And my friend, it’s far better you know of such things now, before you make any discoveries.”
My friend? Olivia gazed at the person before her suspiciously: had someone sent it? Olivia chewed her lip? Why warn an artist trying to make a come-back? Olivia glanced at the door. The intruder stood mid-way, could she get past?
“I know what you’re thinking and I wouldn’t try it if I were you.”
Olivia was silent. How long was this going to go on? She had an exhibition to set up.
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Retina Blue Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
At that precise moment a ragged, jaded, old woman with a plume of matted white hair clung to a trolley as it careered down a steep hill. She laughed hysterically to herself and the three dolls perched on the wire mesh. Each doll was dressed as an angel, each gazed into the distance with their empty, twisted, doll eyes. Onlookers glared at the woman, was she insane?
“You haven’t seen me, you’ll forget… I forgot... So will you.” The old woman didn’t care; the time had come, she had been called. She had a role to play and it was the most important one-this time. She just wished she knew the source of the knowledge. Whenever it was time a letter landed on her doorstep calling her to action. “This is my role- I will find out my history soon, very soon... I will remember, it promised,” she muttered.
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At that precise moment a ragged, jaded, old woman with a plume of matted white hair clung to a trolley as it careered down a steep hill. She laughed hysterically to herself and the three dolls perched on the wire mesh. Each doll was dressed as an angel, each gazed into the distance with their empty, twisted, doll eyes. Onlookers glared at the woman, was she insane?
“You haven’t seen me, you’ll forget… I forgot... So will you.” The old woman didn’t care; the time had come, she had been called. She had a role to play and it was the most important one-this time. She just wished she knew the source of the knowledge. Whenever it was time a letter landed on her doorstep calling her to action. “This is my role- I will find out my history soon, very soon... I will remember, it promised,” she muttered.
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