Author: spirit1s PM
The red thread of fate. They were bound to it, they were blind to it. She watched as the tangled ball of thread covered the streets. Then she saw it, the only clear thread. He stood watching the broken girl, her own thread lost to the skyline. NaNoWriMo 0Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy/Romance - Chapters: 7 - Words: 17,065 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 07-17-10 - Published: 02-11-10 - id: 2774051
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my NaNoWriMo story for 2009
ColorBound Ch. 1
The rain had stained the sides of the concrete buildings she passed as she walked down the street. it was fairly deserted, the rain had caused most of the vendors and people to close shop and head in for cover. never one to mind the rain herself, she just kept going, however not long after, it had brightened up. now the sun was peaking through the clouds and she could feel the warmth on her face. although it felt good, she also knew that with the sun so would come the people, and once again it would be crowded.
crowds were always something she tried to avoid as best she could. they were difficult to navigate, they always looked at her like she had problems. she had been labeled autistic for years at her school and it had taken just as long to convince them she wasn't. still the rumors spread, drugs, a mental condition, a birth defect, a nerve problem. they were all wrong.
The City buildings rose up beside her as she could her the opening of sliding balcony doors. slowly they started falling over the sides of the decks, then the buildings. draped from one to another, the threads hung high and low crossing her path. they went from window to window, and many headed in the direction of the sun. off to the distance, beyond her sight. the people stared again. they always did.
Sighing she pushed another thread away and walked under it. The rumors began once again. They were always wrong. It wasn't her nerves, her muscles, or her mind. It was her eyes.
More threads clustered around her as she continued forward. She much preferred the distant fields and hills that laid beyond the city of glass and concrete. The sun finally pulled through the thinning clouds as she reached the final parking structure, beyond it laid the only place where she could be free from this curse of love. Ropes of threads laid over her shoulders, knotted and mangled they dragged along with her as she made her way to the fence. Pulling them off one by one she approached the chain link fence, she finally freed herself of them before sticking a tennis shoed foot into a hole and pushing her self up.
years of practice had given her great skill with the fence. she sat on top as she staired back at the city. it glowed with the distance sunlight. the light reflecting off the glass sided buildings blinded her as she stood. she had stood in that very place hundreds of times before, practice eventually allowing her to walk the length of the fence without a second thought on balance. her arms held out, she sauntered along much as a child would have. She didn't care much. It's not like she had a reputation to uphold.
She could feel the breeze blow from behind her, lifting lightly the threads of the city. She cast her eyes skyward to be greeted by a burning sun. Holding her hand up did little to help as she felt a tug on her other hand. The wind gusted once again, carrying with it her own thread of fate.
she stood like that, on the fence. her gaze towering over the city. beyond her, beyond the buildings, the sun glazed over the glass and steel walls. drifting red threads caught on the fence below her feet and she made herself aware to there presence. as the only one who could see them, she was also there guardian. no object, plant, or animal could tear them, however she could and in doing so a distant persons love would be lost to them forever. she had never seen the end of her own thread, and it had always feared her that its end lay drifting in the wind. her tether to love cut forever by her own careless hands. it had been years before she knew what the threads were, what they did, and why they were there. as a child her parents had often hospitalized her for fear that some horrible affliction affected her. thats when she learned that she was the only one who could see them, the red threads of fate.
Long ago a boy happened upon a spirit who told him that he was forever bound to his true love by a red thread tied to his pinkie finger. He being just a child scoffed at the spirit and threw a stone at the girl he was shown. Years later his bride was revealed to be scared by a stone a boy had thrown at her in her childhood.
that was the story she knew. the threads were strong to the touch, silky and smooth, yet with a simple, tug they would snap and her love would forever be lost to her. no one else could see them, no one else could touch them. if one strayed into there path they would simply pass right through it. the threads would not break and the people could not see, but that was all different for Angela.
She continued down the fence. The light gleaming off the wet threads in the distance. The city of fluorescent white and lightning blue sky was draped in silent color.
the wind carried her thread far into the sunlight. it was beyond her sight, but there was something else draped over her own, it shone like the others, it drifted draped in sunlight and morning rain. yet as the sun left her vision so did the thread. it was gone. only the flashes of sun showed its position in the twisted myriad of sky born threads. among the sea of red, it shone, it weaved beside her own in the wind and in the distance a figure stood in the shadows of the parking structure.
hidden from view the sunlight chased it running down the thread to the figure. the thread then was gone in a flash. the figure hidden from view, and gone from the building. she stood looking to the distance as the twisted her own thread around her fingers, the distant thread, never in her life had she seen it, or anything like it. a drab example, the thread was like that of fishing line. it had no color. that red thread of fate was, no longer red it was as clear as the oncoming night sky. alone and distant in her world on the fence she looked to the sunset beyond her. the gleaming sun gathered the colors of the day and shone them over the landscape. buildings clad in the warm sunset hues, and among them the fiery threads of tangled love.
she had to know, leaping down on the other side of the fence she raced her own heart to the top of the grassy hill. behind her the full moon was rising in an ethereal glow mirroring that of the rain-bowed sunset and the shining distance city. time passed by her, futilely as she stared up at the sky. the hills whistled and sighted in the wind and the bright green grass dampened her clothes as she lay on the hill. it was something she had never seen. something she had never encountered. the threads appeared as the second of the pair of owners was born. Never had she seen any other types of thread.
the gentile wind tossed her hair skyward and she leaned back on the grassy hillside, softly she spoke to herself. there must be an explanation. the lights of the city began to shine as the sun dropped behind the darkened shadowed buildings. she held up her own thread. simply bowed to her finder it was like all the others although longer than most the end drifted beyond her gaze. she gave up trying to see it years ago.
trying to follow the line could only serve to damage it. they were far to fragile to the touch and although the others had snarled and snared, they did no harm to each other, only when a person gave up, gave in, or forgo there love did the threads snap and fly carelessly away. she could be certain that they were careless, for there owners no longer cared, there owners had forgot their dreams. many of the severed threads had fund there ways to the hills, the wind alway blew over them and the fence had gathered a few in the last few days. then she would walk the fence, gather the threads and walk to the end. she had begun to tie the broken threads to the fence links many years ago and it pained her for every one she saw. the fence stretched for miles along the grasslands and the threads covered too far a distance in her mind. each day another thread would finds its way to the grasslands and she would care for them. perhaps someday she thought she could return them to there owners. reignite the dreams that they had passed up for life.
firelight seemed to light the streets as the downcast window light shone on the rainy pavement. a glowing path that she knew lead both to her home and to the people. the threads gave her a far greater chance than anyone else, but they also challenged her love. cut her off from the would and the people in it. she would forever be forced to be distant. watching from the sidelines for the peoples sake, yet never able to really know them beyond there knotted love ties.
She looked at the glowing roads that she knew would lead her back and took one last look to the shadowed parking structure.
Perhaps ... she knew if I was meant to happen, it would.